With looks adverse, and horrid, how they shine
All dreadful bright, all red with wrath divine!
Even yon fair stars, whole webs of light difperfe
Their golden threads around the universe,
Loofe from its centre down heaven's hill must roll,
And by its fall unhinge the steddy pole.
And whilst it hifling in th' abyss is found,
Ten thousand leffer funs lye fcatter'd round.

The moon's bright eye fhall dark and blood-shot grow,
Reflecting only limoke, and fire below.

Vaft heaps on heaps, thick orbs on orbs are hurl'd,
Chaos on chaos, world confus'd with world;
Huge fpheres fo faft each after other roll'd,
Even boundless space their ruins fcarce will hold.
If the great whole's no more from fate fecure,
What ravage shall this little part endure?
This point in the great circle as before,
When by the impetuous deluge floated o'er,
The oceans both of heaven and earth did join,
Both with the fountains of the deep combine,
And wave did after wave unweary'd come,
Sea after sea from its hydropic womb,

So from the fources whence that ruin came,
Delug'd with feas of fire, and waves of flame.
As when heaven's vengeance on curft Sodom fell,
The world's one tophet, now one Etna, or one hell,
From earth's wide womb large floods of flame shall flow.
The fiery worlds above shall meet with this below.
Hence holy fouls refin'd, and made more bright,
Shall fafe immerge to worlds of calmer light;
Whilst those still ftain'd with odious marks of fin,
Muft defperate fink, for ever fink therein.
But first that doom, which they deserv'd so well,
They must receive that fentence, half their hell.
The thrones are fet, the conscious angels wait,
And turn the eternal brazen leaves of fate,
High in the midst shall my tribunal stand,
Apostles, prophets, faints at my right hand,
Martyrs, confeffors, a moft glorious train,
Now well content to fuffer, then shall reign;
Whilft on the left a dismal gloomy band
Of kings, proud nobles, factious commons ftand;

Lewd

Lewd priefts, apoftate poets, who difgrace
Their character, and stain their heaven-born race.
Lean hypocrites, who by long fafts and prayer,
Get damn'd with much of pains, and much of care.
But ftrange! there will not be an atheist there.
All marshal'd thus, tho' now they're mingled feen,
To you I'll with applauding fimiles begin.
Come you by me and my great father bleft,
Come holy fouls to endless
peace and reft.
For fome fhort years of misery and pain,
In light and joy, for ever with me reign
In that bleft place, before all worlds prepar'd,
By heavenly skill, by hands almighty rear'd.
In that bad world yourselves you've faithful shown,
You own'd me there, and you in this I'll own.
Fainting for hunger me you oft reliev❜d,
And burnt with thirst I your kind aid receiv'd ;
Wide wand'ring thro' the world, you entertain'd
Half naked, nor my poverty difdain'd,

But careful cloth'd; when fick your help did lend,
Tho' even imprison'd not forfook your friend.
With modeft joy in their enlighten'd eyes,
Thus humbly all the righteous hoft replies:
Thy mercy, not our merits, Lord, we own
Muft place us by thee on thy radiant throne.
Much of ourselves, of ill, ourselves we know ;
Such good alas, when did we ever do?

Thus they―Thus will again the king rejoin,
Those kindneffes I ftill accounted mine

My friends receiv'd, these I did still record,
And this great day fhall bring their full reward.
Then to th' unjust he turns, who trembling wait
Their too well known intollerable fate.
Juftice unmix'd dwells on his angry brow,
Tho' mercy only there, and pardon now.
(Ah! what a change, why will they not relent,
Since now they may? why will they not repent!
Yet, yet there's hope, I'll cover all their fins;
Then all too late, for thus their judge begins.)
Go ye accurft, to endless torment go,

For fuch your choice, to endless worlds of woe,
Prepar'd at firft for thofe loft fpirits that fell,

You fhar'd their crimes, now doom'd to fhare their hell.

In t'other world unkind yourselves you've fhown;
Me you disown'd, you now I here difown;
Fainting for hunger, me you'd not relieve,
For thirft you'd not one cup of water give,
When wand'ring thro' the world ne'er entertain'd,
Half naked, poor and mean, you me disdain'd,
Or cloth'd with stripes, when fick did curses lend,
For balm, imprison'd, ftones for bread you fend..
With all the hafte of impudent despair,
They'll all deny, and ask me when and where?
To them my answer like the last shall be,
What to my brethren's done, is done to me.

A place there is from heav'n's fweet light debar'd,
Where disinal shrieks of guilty fouls are heard:

Loud yells, deep groans, thick flripes, long clank of
There folid everlafting darkness reigns,

Even that fad fire, which on the wretched feeds,
(Nor new supplies of matter ever needs,)
Lends 'em no gleam, no comfortable ray,
But change of torments measure night and day,
Hither black fiends shall snatch th3 unjust away.
And on the ruins of this flaming ball,
Tormentors and tormented both shall fall,
Whilft to th' abyfs on waves of fulphur toft,
And in that direful gulph for ever lost.

Not fo the juft, who fhall their lord attend
To worlds of joy, fhall know no bound, nor end.
A place there is remov'd far, far away,

From that faint lamp, that makes this mortal day.
A blissful place, that knows no clouds or night,
But God's high throne fcatters perpetual light.
There angels live, there faints fo far refin'd,
Their bodies fcarce lefs glorious than their mind,
There true eternal friendship all profefs,
There in the height of piety poffefs

The heaven of heavens, the height of happiness.
Perfect their joys, yet ftill their joys improve,
For ftill the infinite they fee, and love.
Here shall they enter, here triumphant plac'd,
Unutterable bliss for ever taste ;

In mine, and my great father's arms embrac’d.

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The HERMIT,

By Dr. Parnell.

AR in a wild, unknown to public view,

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From youth to age a rev'rend hermit grew;
The mofs his bed, the cave his humble cell,
His food the fruits, his drink the chrystal well :
Remote from man, with God he pafs'd the days,
Pray'r all his bus'nefs, all his pleasure praise.
A life fo facred, fuch ferene repofe,

Seem'd heav'n itfelf; 'till one fuggeftion rofe,
That vice fhou'd triumph, virtue vice obey,
This fprung fome doubt of providence's fway:
His hopes no more a certain profpect boast,
And all the tenor of his fout is lost;

So when a smooth expanse receives imprest
Calm nature's image on its watry breast,
Down bend the banks, the trees depending grow,
And skies beneath with anfw'ring colours glow :
But if a ftone the gentle scene divide,
Swift ruffling circles curl on ev'ry fide,
And glimmering fragments of a broken fun,
Banks, trees, and skies, in thick disorder run.
To clear this doubt, to know the world by fight,
To find if books, or fwains report it right;
(For yet by fwains alone the world he knew,
Whofe feet came wand'ring o'er the nightly dew.)
He quits his cell; the pilgrim-ftaff he bore,
And fix'd the fcallop in his hat before;
Then with the fun a rifing journey went,
Sedate to think, and watching each event.

The morn was wafted in the pathlefs grafs,
And long and longfome was the wild to pafs;
But when the fouthern fun had warm'd the day,
A youth came pofting o'er a croffing way;
His raiment decent, his complexion fair,
And foft in graceful ringlets wav'd his hair.
Then near approaching, father, hail ! he cry'd,
And hail, my fon, the rev'rend fire reply'd.
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Words

Words follow'd words, from queftion anfwer flow'd,
And talk of various kind deceiv'd the road;
'Till each with other pleas'd, and loth to part,
While in their age they differ, join in heart:
Thus ftands an aged elm in ivy bound;
Thus youthful ivy clafps an elm around.

Now funk the fun; the clofing hour of day
Came onward, mantled o'er with fober grey;
Nature in filence bid the world repofe;
When near the road a stately palace rose:
There by the moon thro' ranks of trees they pafs,
Whofe verdure crown'd their floping fides of grafs.
It chanc'd the noble master of the dome

Still made his houfe the wand'ring ftranger's home:
Yet ftill the kindness, from a thirst of praise,
Prov'd the vain flourish of expenfive cafe.
The pair arrive; the liv'ry'd fervants wait ;
Their lord receives them at the pompous gate.
The table groans with coftly piles of food,
And all is more than hofpitably good.
Then led to reft, the day's long toil they drown,
Deep funk in fleep, and filk, and heaps of down.
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 neighb'ring wood to banish fleep.
Up rife the guests, obedient to the call;
An early banquet deck'd the fplendid hall;
Rich lufcious wine a golden goblet grac'd,
Which the kind mafter forc'd the guests to taste.
Then pleas'd and thankful from the porch they goi
And, but the landlord, none had cause of woe;
His
cup was vanish'd ; for in fecret guise

The younger gueft purloin'd the glitt'ring prize.
As one who fpies a ferpent in his way,
Glift'ning and basking in the fummer ray,
Disorder'd stops to fhun the danger near,
Then walks with faintnefs on, and looks with fear:
So feem'd the fire; when far upon the road,
The fhining spoil his wily partner fhow'd.
He ftopp'd with filence, walk'd with trembling heart,
And much he wish'd, but durst not ask to part :

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