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O happy Monarch, sent by Heav'n to bless
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Imitated from CHAUCER, and Inlarg’d.
Parish-Priest was of the Pilgrim-Train;
His Eyes diffus'd a venerable Grace, And Charity it self was in his Face. Rich was bis Soul, though his Attire was poor (As God had cloath'd his own Embassador;) For such, on Earth, his bless'd Redeemer bore. Of Sixty Years he seem'd; and well might last To Sixty more, but that he liv'd too fast;
Sii Refin'd himself to Soul, to curb the Sense; And made almost a Sin of Abstinence. Yet, had his Aspect nothing of severe, But such a Face as promis’d him sincere. Nothing reservd or fullen was to see: But sweet Regards; and pleasing Sanctity: Mild was his Accent, and his Adion free. With Elaquence innate his Tongue was arm’d; Tho'harsh the Precept, yet the Preacher charm’d.
For, letting down the golden Chain from high, N
He drew his Audience upward to the Sky:
And oft, with holy Hymns, he charm'd their Ears: 1.
(A Musick more melodious than the Spheres.)
For Fear but freezes Minds; but Love,like Hear, Exbales the Soul sublime, to seek her Native Seat.
To Threats, the stubborn Sinner oft is hard: Wrap'd in his Crimes, against the Storm prepar'd; But, when the milder Beams of Mercy play, He melts, and throws his cumb'rous Cloak away
Lightnings and Thunder (Heav'ns Artillery) As Harbingers before th’ Almighty fly: Thofe but proclaim his Stile, and disappear; The stiller Sound succeeds; and God is there.
The Tythes, his Parish freely paid, he took;
Yet, of his little, he had some to spare,
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Wide was his Parish; not contracted close
Yet till he was at Hand, without Request; her To serve the Sick; to succour the Distress'd: la Tempting, on Foot, áloñe, without affright; The Dangers of a dark tempestuous Night:
All this, the good old Man perform'd alone)
Nor rode himself to Pauls, the publick Fair;