When the pure foul to blissful realms shall foar, age: The Sage with confcious joy the Prince addrefs'd, And spread the table for his royal guest ; The prompt repaft, which fimple nature fuits, The ftream's fresh water, and the foreft's roots. Not unaccustom'd to the homely fare, The Warrior fat; for oft from bufy care, From courts retir'd, and pomp's fastidious pride, The Hero dar'd to throw the king aside : And in the ruftic cot well-pleas'd partook Of labour's mean repast, and chearful look ; Found in himself the joys to kings unknown And self depos'd forgot the lordly throne. The world's contention to their minds fupplies Much converfe, wholfome to the good and wife. Much Much did they talk of woes in human life, Of Chriftian kingdoms torn with jarring strife. The zeal of MORNAY, like a stubborn fort, Attach'd to Calvin ftood his firm fupport. HENRY, ftill doubting, fought th' indulgent fkies, That lights' clear ray might burst upon his eyes, "Muft then, faid he, the truth be always found, "To mortals weak with mists encompas'd round? “Must I still err, my way in darkness trod, "Nor know the path which leads me to my God? "If all alike he will'd us to obey, “The God who will'd it, had prescrib'd the way. "Let us not vainly God's defigns explore! (The Sage reply'd) be humble, and adore! Arraign not madly heav'n's unerring laws "For faults, where mortals are themselves the cause. "These aged eyes beheld in days of yore, "When Calvin's doctrine reach'd the Gallic fhore, "Then, tho' with blood it now distains the earth, "Creeping in fhade and humble in the birth, "I faw it banish'd by religion's laws, "Without one friend to combat in the cause. "Thro' ways oblique I faw the phantom tread, "Slow winding, and asham'd to rear her head, "Till, at the last, upheld by pow'rful arms, " 'Midst cannon's thunder, and 'mid war's alarms, "Burst forth the Monster in the glare of light, "With tow'ring front, full dreadful to the fight; "To fcoul at mortals from her tyrant seat, “And spurn our altars at her impious feet. "Far then from courts, beneath this peaceful cot, "I wail'd Religion's and my Country's lot; "Yet here, to comfort my declining days, "Some dawn of hope presents its chearful rays. "So new a worship cannot long furvive, "Which man's caprice alone has kept alive. "With that it rofe, with that shall die away, "Man's works and Man are bubbles of a day. "The GOD, who reigns for ever and the fame, "At pleasure blafts a world's prefumptuous aim. "Vain is our malice, vain our ftrength display'd, "To fap the city his right hand hath made ; "Himself hath fix'd the strong foundations low, "Which brave the wreck of time, and hell's invete rate blow: "The Lord of Lords fhall bless thy purged fight "With bright effulgence of diviner light; "On thee, Great Prince, his mercies he'll beftow, "And shed that Truth thy bofom pants to know. "THAT GOD hath chofe thee, and his hand alone "Safe through the war fhall lead thee to a throne. "Conqueft already (for his voice is fate,) "For thee bids Glory ope her golden gate. "If on thy fight the Truth unnotic'd falls, Hope not admiffion in thy Paris' walls. "Tho' fplendid Ease invite thee to her arms, "O fhun, Great Prince, the Syren's poison'd charms! "O'er thy ftrong paffions hold a glorious reign, Fly love's foft lap, break pleasure's filken chain ! “And when, with efforts strong, all foes o'erthrown, "A League's great conqueror, and what's more Your " Own, "When, with united hearts, and triumph's voice, "From a dread fiege, to fame for ever known, "To mount with glory thy paternal throne, "That time, Affliction shall lay by her rod, "And thy glad eyes fhall feek thy father's GoD: "Then shalt thou fee from whence thy arms prevail. WHO TRUSTS IN GOD-can never "Go, Prince "fail." Each word the Sage's holy lips impart, To times, when God held converse with mankind, |