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And why fhould fuch (within himself he cry'd)
When, from his veft, the young companion bore
BUT, now, the clouds in airy tumult fly;
WHILE hence they walk, the pilgrim's bofom wrought, With all the travel of uncertain thought. His partner's acts without their cause appear: 'Twas there a vice, and feem'd a madness here. Detefting that, and pitying this, he goes, Loft and confounded with the various fhows.
Now night's dim fhades again involve the sky;
HITHER the walkers turn, with weary feet Then, blefs the manfion, and the mafter greet: Their greeting fair, bestow'd with modeft guise, The courteous master hears, and thus replies—
WITHOUT a vain, without a grudging heart, To him who gives us all, I yield a part:
From him you come; for him accept it here;
Ar length, the world, renew'd by calm repofe, Was ftrong for toil; the dappled morn arofe. Before the pilgrims part, the younger crept, Near the clos'd cradle, where an infant flept, And writh'd his neck the landlord's little pride, Oftrange return! grew black, and gafp'd, and died. Horror of horrors! what! his only fon!
How look'd our hermit when the fact was done? Not hell, though hell's black jaws in funder part, And breathe blue fire, could more affault his heart.
CONFUS'D, and ftruck with filence, at the deed, He flies; but, trembling, fails to fly with speed. His steps the youth purfues. The country lay Perplex'd with roads: a fervant fhew'd the way. A river crofs'd the path. The paffage o'er Was nice to find: the fervant trod before. Long arms of oaks an open bridge supply'd ; And, deep, the waves, beneath the bending, glide. The youth, who feem'd to watch a time to fin, Approach'd the careless guide, and thruft him in : Plunging, he falls; and, rifing, lifts his head; Then, flafhing, turns, and finks among the dead.
WILD, fparkling rage inflames the father's eyes; He burits the bands of fear, and madly cries, Detefted wretch! But fcarce his fpeech began, When the ftranger partner feem'd no longer man: His youthful face grew more ferenely sweet; His robe turn'd white, and flow'd upon his feet;
Fair rounds of radiant points inveft his hair;
THOUGH loud, at firft, the pilgrim's paffion grew,
THY pray'r, thy praife, thy life to vice unknown,
THEN, know the truth of government divine; And let thefe fcruples be no longer thine.
THE Maker juftly claims that world he made,
WHAT ftrange events can ftrike with more furprize,
THE great, vain man, who far'd on coftly food Whofe life was too luxurious to be good;
Who made his iv'ry ftands with goblets shine;
THE mean, fufpicious wretch, whose bolted door
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 meafur'd back his fteps to earth again. To what exceffes had his dotage run? But God, to fave the father, took the fon. To all, but thee, in fits he feem'd to go; And 'twas my miniftry to deal the blow. The poor fond parent, humbled in the duft, Now owns, in tears, the punishment was just.
BUT, how had all his fortune felt a wreck,
THUS heav'n inftructs thy mind. This trial o'er, Depart in peace, refign, and fin no more.
ON founding pinions, here the youth withdrew;
The fiery pomp, afcending, left the view;
THE bending hermit, here a pray'r begun
ER lively looks a sprightly mind disclose,
Look on her face-and you'll forget them all.
CHARACTER OF LADY LYTTLETON.
ADE to engage all hearts, and charm all eyes: Tho' meek, magnanimous; tho' witty, wife: Polite, as all her life in courts had been; Yet good, as the the world had never feen :