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'Tis thụs, withdrawn in state from human eye, • The Power exerts his attributes on high; • Your actions uses, nor controuls your will, • And bids the doubting sons of men be fill.
• What frange events can ftrike with more surprize, « Than those which lately ftruck thy wondering eyes? • Yet, taught by these, confess th’ Almighty just, • And where you can't unriddle, learn to trust!
• The great, vain man, who far'd on costly food,
Whofe life was tuo luxurious to be good; • Who made his ivory stands with goblet's fine, • And fort'd his guests to morning draughts of wine; • Has, with the cup, the graceless custom loft,
! • And still he welcomes, but with less of cost.
The mean, suspicious wretch, whose bolted door • Ne'er mov'd in duty to the wandering poor ; • With him I left the cup, to teach his mind • That Heaven can bless, if mortals will be kind : • Conscious of wanting.worth, he views the bowl, • And feels compaffion touch his grateful foul. • Thus artists melt the fullen ore of lead, • With heaping coals of fire upon it's head ; • In the kind warmth the metal learns to glow, "And loose from dross the filver runs below.
Long had our pious friend in virtue trod, • But now the child half-wean'd his heart from God;
(Child of his age) for him he liv'd in pain, • And measur'd back his steps to earth again. • To what excesses had his dotage run? • But God, to save the father, took the son. • To all but thee; in fits he seem'd to go,
(And 'twas my ministry to deal the blow.) • The
fond parent, humbled in the dust, *Now owns in tears the punishment was juft.
. But now had all his fortune felt a wrack, · Had that false servant sped in safety back;
• This night his treasur'd heaps he meant to steal,
On founding pinions here the youth withdrew;
The bending Hermit here a prayer begun,
But not o'er bright Aönian plains,
Enraptur'd as we us'd to roam :
And calls her wing'd ideas home.
* Tradition holds, that the catastrophe alluded to in this elegy happened about two centuries ago ; of which the sculpture was yet to be seen at the abovemene tioned bridge, near South Petherton, Somerset.
The wedded pair for children pray;
They come fair bleflings from the kies; What raptures gild the halcyon day!
What joys in diftant azure rise!
But, ah! enamour'd as they view
The smiling, hopeful, infant-train, Unseen, Misfortune marks his due,
Unheard, he threats the hears with pais.
Had sad disaster ne'er enfnar'd
The soft, the innocent, and young, The tender Muse had gladly spar'd
The little heroes of her song,
See'st thou the limpid current glide
Beneath yon bridge, my hapless theme, Where brambles fringe it's verdant lide,
And willows cremble o'er the stream:
From Petherton it takes it's name,
From whence two smiling infants stray'd: Led by the stream, they hither came,
And on the mowery margin play'd.
Sweet victims! must your short-liv'd day
So soon extinguish in the wave; And point the setting fun his way,
That glimmer'd o'er your wat'ry grave!
As each, by childish fancy led,
Cropp'd the broad daisies as they sprung: Lay ftretch'd along the verdant bed,
And sweetly ply'd the lisping tongue;
Lo! from the spray-deserted steep,
Where either way the twigs divide, The one roli'd headlong to the deep,
And plung'd beneath the closing tide:
The other faw; and, from the land,
(While nature imag'd strange distress) Stretch'd o'er the brink his little hand,
The fruitless fignal of redress!
The offer'd pledge, without delay,
The struggling victim rose and caught; But, ah! in vain their fatal way,
They both descended swift as thought.
Short was the wave-oppreling space;
Convuls'd with pains too sharp to bear, Their lives diffolv'd in one embrace,
Their mingled souls flew up in air.
Lo! there yon time-worn sculpture thews
The sad, the melancholy truth; What pangs the tortur'd parent knows,
What snares await defenceless youth.
Here, not to sympathy unknown,
Full oft the fad Mufe wand'ring near, Bends silent o’er the mossy stone,
And wets it with a willing tear.