THE HERMIT.

Far 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 G.o.d he pa.s.s"d the days, Prayer all his business, all his pleasure praise.

A life so sacred, such serene repose, Seem"d heaven itself, till one suggestion rose: That vice should triumph, virtue vice obey, This sprung some doubt of Providence"s sway; 10 His hopes no more a certain prospect boast, And all the tenor of his soul is lost: So when a smooth expanse receives impress"d 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 scene divide, Swift ruffling circles curl on every side, And glimmering fragments of a broken sun, Banks, trees, and skies, in thick disorder run. 20

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 gra.s.s, And long and lonesome was the wild to pa.s.s; 30 But when the southern sun had warm"d the day, A youth came posting o"er a crossing way; His raiment decent, his complexion fair, And soft in graceful ringlets waved his hair.

Then near approaching, "Father, hail!" he cried, "And hail, my Son!" the reverend sire replied; Words follow"d words, from question answer flow"d, And talk of various kind deceived the road.

Till each with other pleased, and loth to part, While in their age they differ, join in heart: 40 Thus stands an aged elm in ivy bound, Thus youthful ivy clasps an elm around.

Now sunk the sun; the closing hour of day Came onward, mantled o"er with sober gray; Nature in silence bid the world repose; When near the road a stately palace rose: There by the moon through ranks of trees they pa.s.s, Whose verdure crown"d their sloping sides of gra.s.s.

It chanced the n.o.ble master of the dome, Still made his house the wandering stranger"s home: 50 Yet still the kindness, from a thirst of praise, Proved the vain flourish of expensive ease.

The pair arrive: the liveried servants wait; Their lord receives them at the pompous gate; The 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 ca.n.a.ls the Zephyrs play; 60 Fresh o"er the gay parterres the breezes creep, And shake the neighbouring 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 graced, Which the kind master forced the guests to taste.

Then pleased 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. 70

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. 80

While thus they pa.s.s, the sun his glory shrouds, The changing skies hang out their sable clouds; A sound in air presaged approaching rain, And beasts to cover 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 unimproved around; Its owner"s temper, timorous and severe, Unkind and griping, caused a desert there. 90

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, 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 received a guest) Slow creaking turns the door with jealous care, And half he welcomes in the shivering pair; 100 One frugal f.a.ggot lights the naked walls, And Nature"s fervour through their limbs recalls: Bread of the coa.r.s.est sort, with eager[1] wine, (Each hardly granted) served 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? 110 But what new marks of wonder soon took place, In every settling feature of his face, When from his vest the young companion bore That cup, the generous landlord own"d before, And paid profusely with the precious bowl The stinted kindness of this churlish soul!

But now the clouds in airy tumult fly, The sun emerging opes an azure sky; A fresher green the smelling leaves display, And glittering as they tremble, cheer the day: 120 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 wanderers want a place to lie, 130 Again they search, and find a lodging nigh.

The soil improved around, the mansion neat, And neither poorly low, nor idly great: It seem"d to speak its master"s turn of mind, Content, and not for praise, but virtue kind.

Hither the walkers turn with weary feet, Then bliss the mansion, and the master greet: Their greeting fair bestow"d, with modest guise, The courteous master hears, and thus replies:

"Without a vain, without a grudging heart, 140 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; Before the pilgrims part, the younger crept, 150 Near the closed cradle where an infant slept, And writhed his neck: the landlord"s little pride-- Oh, strange return!--grew black, and gasp"d, and died.

Horror of horrors! what! his only son!

How look"d our hermit when the fact was done?

Not h.e.l.l, though h.e.l.l"s black jaws in sunder part, And breathe blue fire, could more a.s.sault his heart.

Confused, and struck with silence at the deed, He flies, but, trembling, fails to fly with speed.

His steps the youth pursues; the country lay 160 Perplex"d with roads, a servant show"d the way: A river cross"d the path; the pa.s.sage o"er Was nice to find; the servant trode before; Long arms of oaks an open bridge supplied, And deep the waves beneath the bending glide.

The youth, who seem"d to watch a time to sin, Approach"d the careless guide, and thrust him in; Plunging he falls, and rising lifts his head, Then flashing turns, and sinks among the dead.

Wild sparkling rage inflames the father"s eyes, 170 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: His youthful face grew more serenely sweet; His robe turn"d white, and flow"d upon his feet; Fair rounds of radiant points invest his hair; Celestial odours breathe through purpled air; And wings, whose colours glitter"d on the day, Wide at his back their gradual plumes display; The form ethereal bursts upon his sight, 180 And moves in all the majesty of light.

Though loud at first the pilgrim"s pa.s.sion grew, Sudden he gazed, and wist not what to do; Surprise in secret chains his word suspends, And in a calm his settling temper ends.

But silence here the beauteous angel broke, The voice of music ravish"d as he spoke:

"Thy prayer, thy praise, thy life to vice unknown, In sweet memorial rise before the throne: These charms, success in our bright region find, 190 And force an angel down, to calm thy mind; For this commission"d, I forsook the sky-- Nay, cease to kneel--thy fellow-servant I!

"Then know the truth of government divine, And let these scruples be no longer thine.

"The Maker justly claims that world He made, In this the right of Providence is laid; Its sacred majesty through all depends On using second means to work His ends: "Tis thus, withdrawn in state from human eye, 200 The power exerts His attributes on high, Your actions uses, not controls your will, And bids the doubting sons of men "be still!"

"What strange events can strike with more surprise, Than those which lately struck thy wondering eyes?

Yet, taught by these, confess the Almighty just, And where you can"t unriddle, learn to trust!

"The great, vain man, who fared on costly food, Whose life was too luxurious to be good; Who made his ivory stands with goblets shine, 210 And forced his guests to morning draughts of wine, Has, with the cup, the graceless custom lost, And still he welcomes, but with less of cost.

"The mean, suspicious wretch, whose bolted door, Ne"er moved in duty to the wandering poor; With him I left the cup, to teach his mind That Heaven can bless, if mortals will be kind.

Conscious of wanting worth, he views the bowl, And feels compa.s.sion touch his grateful soul.

Thus artists melt the sullen ore of lead, 220 With heaping coals of fire upon its head; In the kind warmth the metal learns to glow, And, loose from dross, the silver runs below.

"Long had our pious friend in virtue trod, But now the child half-wean"d his heart from G.o.d; Child of his age, for him he lived in pain, And measured back his steps to earth again.

To what excesses had his dotage run?

But G.o.d, to save the father, took the son.

To all but thee, in fits he seem"d to go, 230 And "twas my ministry to deal the blow.

The poor fond parent, humbled in the dust, Now owns in tears the punishment was just.

"But how had all his fortune felt a wrack, Had that false servant sped in safety back?

This night his treasured heaps he meant to steal, And what a fund of charity would fail!

"Thus Heaven instructs thy mind: this trial o"er, Depart in peace, resign"d, and sin no more."

On sounding pinions here the youth withdrew 240 The sage stood wondering as the seraph flew.

Thus look"d Elisha, when, to mount on high, His master took the chariot of the sky; The fiery pomp ascending left the view; The prophet gazed, and wish"d to follow too.

The bending hermit here a prayer begun, "Lord! as in heaven, on earth Thy will be done."

Then gladly turning, sought his ancient place, And pa.s.s"d a life of piety and peace.

[Footnote 1: "Eager:" i. e., sharp and sour.]

END OF PARNELL"S POEMS.

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