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(7) ev'ry ſettling feature of his face,

when from his veſt the young companion bore

cup the gen'rous landlord own'd before,

paid profuſely with the precious bowl

ſtinted kindneſs of this churliſh ſoul!

But now the clouds in airy tumult fly,

ſun emerging opes an azure ſky;

freſher green the ſmelling leaves diſplay,

glitt'ring as they tremble, chear the day ;

weather courts them from the retreat,

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. The ſoil improv'd around, the manſion neat,

And neither poorly low, nor idly great:

ſeem'd to ſpeak its maſter's turn of mind;

Content, and not for praiſe, but virtue kind.