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(10) Wide at his back their gradual plumes diſplay

The form etherial burſts upon his ſight,

And moves in all the majeſty of light.

Tho' loud at firſt the pilgrim's paſſion grew,

Sudden he gaz'd, and wiſt not what to do;

Surprize in ſecret chains his words 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 pray'r, thy praiſe, thy life to vice unknown,

In ſweet memorial riſe before the throne.

Theſe charms ſucceſs in our bright region find,

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 thro' all depends,

On uſing ſecond means to work his ends:

'Tis thus, withdrawn in ſtate from human eye,

Thepower exerts his attributes on high;

Your actions uſes, nor controuls your will,

And bids the doubting ſons of men be ſtill.