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Near to the dome a magick pair refide,
Prompt to deceive, and practis'd to confound; Here hoodwink'd Ignorance is seen to bide,
Stretching in darksome cave along the ground.
Nor voice articulate arrests his ears,
And haunt his soul with visionary fears ;
Where boughs entwining form an artful shade,
And in faint glimm’rings just admit the light, There Error fits in borrow'd white array'd,
And in Truth's form deceives the transient fight. A thousand glories wait her op'ning day,
Her beaining lustre when fair Truth imparts :
And cheat thr unpractis'd mind with mimick arts;
Sits at the gate, and lifts a lib'ral bowl
And check each' vig'rous effort of the foul :
And drink in gulps the luscious liquor down,
And objects fee in features not their own.
Props of her age, and pillars of her state,
And born to Tyranny, her grilly mate: The first appear'd in pomp of purple pride,
With triple crown erect, and throned high;
To lock or ope the portals of the sky;
With bended arm he on a book reclin'd,
Faft lock'd with iron clasps from vulgar eyes; Heav'n's gracious gift to light the wand'ring mind,
To lift fall'n man, and guide him to the skies !
And 'mazed mortals blindly must obey;
And near him loathsome heaps of reliques lay :
And to his breast close hugg'd the viper, Sin;
With voluntary stripes his shrivell'd skin. Counting large heaps of o’er-abounding good
Of faints that dy'd within the church's pale,
And to the needy culprit would retail ;
IX. With IX.
With shaven crown, in a sequeker'd cell,
A lazy lubbard there was seen to lay ;
And indolently snore the hours away,
The mystick rites of Hymen's hallow'd tye,
As crimes of fouleft stain, the deepest dye:
Fierce Persecution sate, and with strong breath
And feasts on murders, massacres, and death.
To stretch or mangle to a certain fize :
To hear their doleful shrieks and piercing cries ;
A gradual light diffusing o'er the gloom,
And slow approaching with majestick pace, A lovely maid appears in beauty's bloom,
With native charms and unaffected grace : Her hand a clear reflecting mirrour shows,
In which all objects their true features wear;
To see the horrid forc’ries practis'd there :
XII. - My
"That all my steps with ardent gaze pursue,
• Give the celestial boon to publick view,
• Shall blot your fame, and blast the generous deed, . Yet in revolving years fome lib'ral youth
• Shall crown your virtuous act with glory's meed;
• Exert of torment all her horrid skill ;
Scorching in flames, or writhing on the wheel; ? Yet when the dragon + in the deep abyss
• Shall lie, faft bound in adamantine chain, ç Ye with the Lamb shall rise to ceaseless bliss,
• First-fruits of death, and partners of his reign ; & Then shall
momentary tear, The great fabbatick reft, the Millennary Year!'
• The Rev. Mr. William Gilpin, author of the Lives of Bernard Gilpin and Bishop Latimer, and of the Lives of Wickliffe and the principal of his followers.
+ See Rev. chap. xx. and the learned and ingenious Bihop of Bristol's comment upon it, in the third volume of his Differtation on the Prophecies.
BY MISS SCOTT.
UNNOTTER's ruin'd pride, and falling towers,
I fing, O Walker * ! and the fong is yours.
High on a rock, projecting from the land,
The Bev. Mr. Walker, minister of the parish of Dunnotter,