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Where Poverty stalks forth in all her gloom, And leads her children pensive to the tomb; Where Death, the monarch of this tragic scene, With rage insatiate, and with poniard keen, Spreads ruin wide-and when the tyrant calls, The drama closes, and the curtain falls.
Once more, ye sublunary scenes farewel ! I'm warn'd to quit you by each solemn knell : Dull world, and sage! of thee I take my leave ; Form'd to distress, disquiet, and bereave: Let others fawn, and pay their court to thee; Thou hast no friendship, and no charms for Me! Gay world to some-to me sad world, adieu ! Till the last day shall break with glories new.
By DR. PARNELL,
AR in a wild, unknown to public view,
From youth to age a reverend Hermit grew, The moss his bed, the cave his humble cell, His food the fruits, his drink the crystal well, Remote from man, with God he pass'd his days, Prayer all his business, all his pleasure praise.
A life so sacred, such serene repose, Seem'd heaven itself, till one suggestion roseThat vice should triumph, virtue vice obey ; This sprung some doubt of Providence's sway: His hopes no more a certain prospect boast, And all the tenor of his soul is lost. So when a smooth expanse receives imprest Calm nature's image on its watery breast, Down bend the banks, the trees depending grow, And skies beneath with answering colours glow: But if a stone the gentle sea divide, Swift rushing circles curl on every side, And glimmering fragments of a broken sun: Banks, trees, and skies, in thick disorder run.
To clear this doubt, to know the world by sight, To find if books or swains report it right (For yet by swains alone the world he knew, Whose feet came wandering o'er the nightly dew,) He quits his cell: the pilgrim-staff he bore, And fix'd the scallop in his hat before, Then with the sun a rising journey went, Sedate to think, and watching each event.
The morn was wasted in the pathless grass, And long and lonesome was the wild to pass :
But when the southern sun had warm'd the day,
Now sunk the sun; the closing hour of day
At length 'tis morn, and at the dawn of day Along the wide canals the zephyrs play ; Fresh o'er the gay parterres the breezes creep, And shake the neighbouring wood to banish sleep. Uprise the guests, obedient to the call ; An early banquet deck'd the splendid hall; Rich luscious wine a golden goblet grac'd, Which the kind master forc'd the guests to taste. Then, pleas'd and thankful, from the porch they go: And, but the landlord, none had cause of woe : His cup was vanish'd; for in secret guise The younger guest purloin'd the glittering prize.
As one who spies a serpent in his way, Glistening and basking in the summer ray, Disorder'd stops to shun the danger near, Then walks with faintness on, and looks with fear; So seem'd the sire, when far upon the road The shining spoil his wily partner show'd. He stopp'd with silence, walk'd with trembling heart, And much he wish'd, but durst not ask, to part: Murmuring he lifts his eyes, and thinks it hard That generous actions meet a base reward.
While thus they pass, the sun his glory shrouds, The changing skies hang out their sable clouds; A sound in air presag'd approaching rain, And beasts to covert scud across the plain. Warn’d by the signs, the wandering pair retreat To seek for shelter at a neighbouring seat : 'Twas built with turrets on a rising ground, And strong, and large, and unimprov'd around; Its owner's temper, timorous and severe, Unkind and griping, caus'd a desert there. As near the miser's heavy doors they drew, Fierce rising gusts with sudden fury blew; The nimble lightning mix'd with showers began, And o'er their heads loud rolling thunder ran. Here long they knock, but knock or call in vain, Driv'n by the wind, and batter'd by the rain. At length some pity warm'd the master's breast ('Twas then his threshold first receiv'd a guest:) Slow creaking turns the door with jealous care, · And half he welcomes in the shivering pair; One frugal faggot lights the naked walls, And nature's fervor thro' their limbs recals: Bread of the coarsest sort with meagre wine, (Each hardly granted) serv'd them both to dine ; And when the tempest first appear'd to cease, A ready warning bid them part in peace.
With still remark the pondering Hermit view'd, In one so rich, a life so poor and rude; And why should such (within himself he cried) Lock the lost wealth a thousand want beside?
But what new marks of wonder soon take place
But now the clouds in airy tumult fly;
While hence they walk, the Pilgrim's bosom wrought
Now night's dim shades, again involve the sky,
Hither the walkers turn with weary feet,
“Wihout 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, A frank and sober, more than costly cheer.” He spoke, and bid the welcome table spread, Then talk'd of virtue till the time of bed; When the grave household round his hall repair, Warn'd by a bell, and close the hours with prayer. At length the world, renew'd by calm repose, Was strong for toil; the dappled morn arose ;