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A limpid stream drawn from the native source;
Succession lawful in a lineal course.

Prove any church opposed to this our head,
So one, so pure, so unconfinedly spread,
Under one chief of the spiritual state,

The members all combined, and all subordinate;
Shew such a seamless coat, from schism so free,
In no communion join'd with heresy ;-
If such a one you find, let truth prevail;
Till when, your weights will in the balance fail;
A church unprincipled kicks up the scale.
But if you cannot think, (nor sure you can
Suppose in God what were unjust in man,)
That He, the fountain of eternal grace,
Should suffer falsehood for so long a space
To banish truth, and to usurp her place;
That seven successive ages should be lost,
And preach damnation at their proper cost ;*
That all your erring ancestors should die,
Drown'd in the abyss of deep idolatry;
If piety forbid such thoughts to rise,
Awake, and open your unwilling eyes.
God hath left nothing for each age undone,
From this to that wherein he sent his Son;
Then think but well of him, and half your work
is done.

See how his church, adorn'd with every grace,
With open arms, a kind forgiving face,

Stands ready to prevent her long-lost son's em

brace!

Not more did Joseph o'er his brethren weep,
Nor less himself could from discovery keep,

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* About seven hundred years elapsed before the departure of the church of Rome from the simplicity of the primitive Christians, and the dawn of the Reformation.

When in the crowd of suppliants they were seen,
And in their crew his best-loved Benjamin.
That pious Joseph in the Church behold,
To feed your famine, and refuse your gold;
The Joseph you exiled, the Joseph whom you sold.*
Thus, while with heavenly charity she spoke,
A streaming blaze the silent shadows broke;
Shot from the skies a cheerful azure light;
The birds obscene to forests wing'd their flight,
And gaping graves received the wandering guilty
sprite.

Such were the pleasing triumphs of the sky,
For James his late nocturnal victory;
The pledge of his almighty Patron's love,
The fireworks which his angels made above.t
I saw myself the lambent easy light +
Gild the brown horror, and dispel the night;
The messenger with speed the tidings bore;
News, which three labouring nations did restore;
But heaven's own Nuntius was arrived before.

By this, the Hind had reach'd her lonely cell, And vapours rose, and dews unwholesome fell; When she, by frequent observation wise, As one who long on heaven had fix'd her eyes, Discern'd a change of weather in the skies. The western borders were with crimson spread, The moon descending, look'd all flaming red; She thought good manners bound her to invite The stranger dame to be her guest that night. 'Tis true, coarse diet, and a short repast, She said, were weak inducements to the taste Of one so nicely bred, and so unused to fast; But what plain fare her cottage could afford, A hearty welcome at a homely board,

*Note XI. + Note XII. + Poeta loquitur.

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Was freely hers; and, to supply the rest,
An honest meaning, and an open breast;
Last, with content of mind, the poor man's wealth,
A grace-cup to their common patron's health.
This she desired her to accept, and stay,
For fear she might be wilder'd in her way,
Because she wanted an unerring guide,
And then the dew drops on her silken hide
Her tender constitution did declare,
Too lady-like a long fatigue to bear,

And rough inclemencies of raw nocturnal air.†
But most she fear'd, that travelling so late,
Some evil-minded beasts might lie in wait,
And without witness wreak their hidden hate.
The Panther, though she lent a listening ear,
Had more of lion in her than to fear;
Yet wisely weighing, since she had to deal
With many foes, their numbers might prevail,
Return'd her all the thanks she could afford,
And took her friendly hostess at her word;
Who, entering first her lowly roof, a shed

With hoary moss and winding ivy spread, head,}

Honest enough to hide an humble hermit's head,
Thus graciously bespoke her welcome guest:
So might these walls, with your fair presence blest,
Become your dwelling-place of everlasting rest;
Not for a night, or quick revolving year,
Welcome an owner, not a sojourner.
This peaceful seat my poverty secures;
War seldom enters but where wealth allures:
Nor yet despise it; for this poor abode
Has oft received, and yet receives a God;
A God, victorious of a Stygian race,

Here laid his sacred limbs, and sanctified the place.

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When in the crowd of suppliants they were seen,
And in their crew his best-loved Benjamin.
That pious Joseph in the Church behold,
To feed your famine, and refuse your gold;
The Joseph you exiled, the Joseph whom you sold.*
Thus, while with heavenly charity she spoke,
A streaming blaze the silent shadows broke;
Shot from the skies a cheerful azure light;
The birds obscene to forests wing'd their flight,
And gaping graves received the wandering guilty
sprite.

Such were the pleasing triumphs of the sky,
For James his late nocturnal victory;
The pledge of his almighty Patron's love,
The fireworks which his angels made above.†
I saw myself the lambent easy light +
Gild the brown horror, and dispel the night;
The messenger with speed the tidings bore;
News, which three labouring nations did restore;
But heaven's own Nuntius was arrived before.

By this, the Hind had reach'd her lonely cell, And vapours rose, and dews unwholesome fell ; When she, by frequent observation wise, As one who long on heaven had fix'd her eyes, Discern'd a change of weather in the skies. The western borders were with crimson spread, The moon descending, look'd all flaming red; She thought good manners bound her to invite The stranger dame to be her guest that night. 'Tis true, coarse diet, and a short repast, She said, were weak inducements to the taste Of one so nicely bred, and so unused to fast; But what plain fare her cottage could afford, A hearty welcome at a homely board,

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* Note XI.

+ Note XII.

+ Poeta loquitur.

Was freely hers; and, to supply the rest,
An honest meaning, and an open breast;
Last, with content of mind, the poor man's wealth,
A grace-cup to their common patron's health.
This she desired her to accept, and stay,
For fear she might be wilder'd in her way,
Because she wanted an unerring guide,
And then the dew drops on her silken hide
Her tender constitution did declare,
Too lady-like a long fatigue to bear,

And rough inclemencies of raw nocturnal air.†
But most she fear'd, that travelling so late,
Some evil-minded beasts might lie in wait,
And without witness wreak their hidden hate.
The Panther, though she lent a listening ear,
Had more of lion in her than to fear;
Yet wisely weighing, since she had to deal
With many foes, their numbers might prevail,
Return'd her all the thanks she could afford,
And took her friendly hostess at her word;
Who, entering first her lowly roof, a shed
With hoary moss and winding ivy spread,
Honest enough to hide an humble hermit's head,
Thus graciously bespoke her welcome guest:
So might these walls, with your fair presence blest,
Become your dwelling-place of everlasting rest;
Not for a night, or quick revolving year,
Welcome an owner, not a sojourner.
This peaceful seat my poverty secures;
War seldom enters but where wealth allures:
Nor yet despise it; for this poor abode
Has oft received, and yet receives a God;
A God, victorious of a Stygian race,

Here laid his sacred limbs, and sanctified the place.

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