What ftrange events can ftrike with more furprize, Long had our pious friends in virtue troð, But But now had all his fortune felt a wrack, On founding pinions here the youth withdrew, PIETY, OR THE VISION*. "T WAS when the night in filent sable fled, When chearful morning sprung with rifing red, When dreams and vapours leave to croud the brain, And beft the vifion draws its heavenly fcene; 'Twas This and the following poem are not in the octavo editions of Dr. Parnell's Poems published by Mr. Pope. They were first communicated to the public by the late ingenious Mr. James Arbuckle, and published in his Hibernicus's Letters, No. 62. GOLDSMITH.-They are now in fome degree corrected, from the volume of "Pofthumous Poems," N. 'Twas then, as flumbering on my couch I lay, Straight as I gaz'd, my fear and wonder grew,, Then while the warmth o'er all my pulfes ran "Where glorious manfions are prepar'd above, "The feats of mufic, and the feats of love, "Thence I defcend, and Piety my name, "To warm thy bofom with celeftial flame, "To teach thee praises mix'd with humble prayers, "And tune thy foul to fing feraphic airs. "Be thou my Bard." A vial here she caught (An Angel's hand the crystal vial brought); And as with awful found the word was faid, She pour'd a facred unction on my head; Then thus proceeded : Be thy Mufe thy zeal, "Dare to be good, and all my joys reveal. While other pencils flattering forms create, And paint the gaudy plumes that deck the great; "While other pens exalt the vain delight, "Whose wasteful revel wakes the depth of night; "Or others foftly fing in idle lines "How Damon courts, or Amaryllis fhines; "More wifely thou select a theme divine, "Mine is a warm and yet a lambent heat, 64 Unpaint the love, that, hovering over beds, "From glittering pinions guilty pleasure sheds "Reftore the colour to the golden mines "With which behind the feather'd idol fhines; "To flowering greens give back their native care, "The rofe and lily, never his to wear; "To fweet Arabia fend the balmy breath; Strip the fair flesh, and call the phantom Death: "His bow be fabled o'er, his fhafts the fame, "And fork and point them with eternal flame. "But urge thy powers, thine utmost voice advance, "Make the loud ftrings against thy fingers dance: ""Tis love that Angels praise and men adore, Hail the meek Virgin, bid the child appear, The child is God, and call him Jefus here. "He comes, but where to reft? A manger 's nigh, "Make the great Being in a manger lie; "Fill the wide fky with Angels on the wing, "Make thousands gaze, and make ten thousand fing "Let men afflict him, men he came to fave, "And ftill afflict him till he reach the grave; "Make him refign'd,,his loads of forrow meet, "And me, like Mary, weep beneath his feet; I'll bathe my treffes there, my prayers rehearse, And glide in flames of love along my verse. "Ah! while I speak, I feel my bofom fwell, "My raptures 'fmother what I long to tell... 'Tis God! a prefent God! through cleaving air. "I fee the throne, and fee the Jefus there Plac'd on the right. He fhews the wounds he bore "(My fervours oft have won him thus before); "How pleas'd he looks! my words have reach'd his ear; "He bids. the gates unbar; and calls me near.” She ceas'd. The cloud on which the feem'd to tread Its curls unfolded, and around her spread; Bright Angels waft their wings to raise the cloud, And fweep their ivory lutes, and fing aloud; Tha |