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'Tis but by part we follow good or ill,
Heaven, forming each on other to depend,
Whate'er the passion, knowledge, fame or pelf,
See some strange comfort ev'ry state attend,
Behold the child, by nature's kindly law,
Meanwhile opinion gilds, with varying rays,
These build as fast as knowledge can destroy:
VIJ. The Toilet.
A life so sacred, such serene repose,
And glimm'ring fragments of a broken sun,
To clear this doubt; to know the world by sight;
Now sunk the sun ; the closing hour of day, Came onward, mantled o'er with sober grey i Nature, in silence, bid the world repose ; When, near the road, a stately palace rose ; There, by the moon, through ranks of trees they pass, Whose verdure crown'd their sloping sides with grass. It chanc'd the noble master of the dome, Still made his house the wandring stranger's home ; Yet still, the kindness, from a thirst of praise, Prov'd the vain flourish of expensive ease. The pair arrive ; the liv'ry servants wait, Their lord receives them at the pompous gate A table groans with costly piles of food ; And all is more than hospitably good. Then, led to rest, the day's long toil they drown, Deep sunk in sleep, and silk, 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 sleep. Up rise 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 torc'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 vanishd; for, in secret guise, The younger guest purloin’d the glitt'ring prize,
As one who sees a serpent in his way, Glist’ning 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 stopt with silence, walk'd with trembling heart ; And much he wish'd, but durst not ask, to part: Murm’ring he lifts his eyes, and thinks it hard That gen'rous 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 corert, scud across the plain. Warn’d by the signs, the wand'ring pair retreat, To seek for shelter in a neighb'ring seat, 'Twas built with turrets, on a rising ground; And strong and large, and unimprov'd around : Its owner's temper, tim’rous 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, begani And n'er their heads loud rolling thunder ran. Here long they knock ; but knock or call in vain ; Driven 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'a guest ;) Slow creeking turns the door, with jealous care, And half he welcomes in the shiv'ring pair. One frugal faggot lights the naked walls, And nature's fervor through their limbs recalls ; 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 pond'ring hermit view'd In one so rich, a life so poor and rude : And why should such, (within himself he cry'd) Lock the lost wealth, a thousand want beside? But what new marks of wonter soon took place, In ev'ry settling feature of his face, When, from his vest, the young companion bore That cup the gen'rous landlord own'd before, And paid profusely with the precious bowl, The stinted kindness of this churlish soul ! But, now the clouds in airy tumults fly: The sun, emerging, opes an azure sky; A fresher green the smiling leaves display, And, glitt'ring as they tremble, cheer the day : The weather courts them from the poor retreat, And the glad master bolts the wary gate.
While hence they walk, the pilgrim's bosom wrought With all the travail of uncertain thought. His partner's acts without their cause appear ; 'Twas there a vice, and seem'd a madness here. Detesting that; and pitying this, he goes, Lost and confounded with the various shows.
Now night's dim shades again involve the sky; Again the
wand'rers want a place to lie ;
“ Without a vain, without a grudging heart,
At length the world, renew'd by calm repose, i
Confus'd and struck with silence at the deed,
Wild sparkling rage inflames the father's eyes : ^ He bursts the bands of fear, and madly cries,
Detested wretch!-But scarce his speech began, When the strange partner seem'd no longer man ;