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'Tis thụs, withdrawn in state from human eye, • The Power exerts his attributes on high; • Your actions uses, nor controuls your will, • And bids the doubting sons of men be fill.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 struck 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, • Whose life was tuo luxurious to be good; • Who made his ivory stands with goblet's shine, • And fore'd his guests to morning draughts of wine; • Has, with the cup, the graceless custom loft, • And still he welcomes, but with less of coft.

• 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 compassion touch his grateful soul. • Thus artists melt the fullen ore of lead, • With hearing 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 exceffes had his dotage run? • But God, to save the father, took the fon. To all but thee; in fits he seem'd to go, (And 'twas my ministry to deal the blow.) · The poor fond parent, humbled in the dust, * Now owns in tears the punishment was just.

• But now had all his fortune felt a wrack, • Had that false servant sped in safety back;

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• This night his treasur'd heaps he meant to steal,
• And what a fund of charity would fail!
• Thus Heaven instructs thy mind: this trial o'er,
• Depart in peace, resign, and fin no more.'

On founding pinions here the youth withdrew;
The fage stood wondering as the seraph flew.
Thus look'd Elisha when, to mount on high,
His master took the chariot of the sky;
The fiery pomp ascending left to view;
The prophet gaz'd, and wilh'd to follow too.

The bending Hormit here a prayer begun,
• Lord! as in heaven, on earth thy will be done!"
Then, gladly turning, fought his ancient place,
And pass'd a life of piety and peace.

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But not o'er bright Aönian plains,

Enraptur'd as we us'd to roam :
The Mufe cach joyous thought restrains,

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 above mene tioncụ bridge, near South Petherton, Somerset.

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The wedded pair for children pray;

They come fair blessings 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 heart with pain.

Had fad 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'ft thou the limpid current glide

Beneath yon bridge, my hapless theme, Where brambles fringe it's verdant lide,

And willows tremble 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 Aowery 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! Lo! from the spray-deserted fteep,

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 shews

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 filent o'er the moffy stone,

And wets it with a willing tear.

MELPO.

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