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OF VOL. II.
I may assert eternal Providence, >
FAR in a wild, unknown to public view, From youth to age a rev'rend Hermit grew; The moss his bed--the cave his humble cell, His food the fruits, his driok the crystal well. Remote from man with God he passed his days, Prayer all his business, all his pleasure praise.
A life so sacred, such serene repose'; Seem'd heav'n itself, till one suggestion rose ; That vice should triumph, virtue vice obey ; This sprung some doubt of Providence's sway. His hopes to more a certain prospect boast, And all the tenour of his soul is lost.
* Little children are desired to consider this pleasm ing and beautiful Poem, not as a real fact, but a beautiful allegory of the ways of the Almighty with his creatures.