Much did they talk of woes in human life, Of Chriftian kingdoms torn with jarring ftrife. The zeal of MORNAY, like a ftubborn fort, Attach'd to Calvin stood his firm fupport. HENRY, fill doubting, fought th' indulgent skies, 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 diftains the earth, "Creeping in fhade and humble in the birth,

" I saw 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 laft, upheld by pow'rful arms, "'Midft cannon's thunder, and 'mid war's alarms, "Burft 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 rose, 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 blasts a world's presumptuous aim. "Vain is our malice, vain our ftrength display'd, "To fap the city his right hand hath made;

"Himself hath fix'd the ftrong foundations low,

"Which brave the wreck of time, and hell's invete"rate blow:

"The Lord of Lords fhall blefs 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 chose 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 Eafe invite thee to her arms, "Ofhun, 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,

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"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. "Go, Prince - WHO TRUSTS IN GOD-can never "fail."

Each word the Sage's holy lips impart,
Falls, like a flame, on HENRY's generous heart.
The Hero ftood transported in his mind

To times, when God held converse with mankind,
When fimple virtue taught her heav'n-born lore,
And Truth commanding bid, e'en kings adore.
His eager arms the reverend Sage embrace,
And the warm tear faft trickled down his face.
Untouch'd, yet loft awhile in deep furprise,
Stood MORNAY brave; for ftill on MORNAY's eyes
Hung error's mist, and God's high will conceal'd
The gifts from him to HENRY's breast reveal'd.
His wisdom idly wou'd the world prefer,
Whofe lot, tho' rich in virtues, was to err.

While the wrapt Sage fulfilling God's beheft,
Spoke infpiration to the Prince's breast,

Hufh'd were the winds, within their caverns bound,
Smooth flow'd the feas, and nature fmil'd around.

The Sage his guide, the Hero fought his way

Where the tall veffels fafe at anchor lay :
The ready failors quit the friendly strand,
Hoift the glad fails, and make for Albion's land..

While o'er her coaft his eyes admiring range,
He prais'd in filence Britain's happier change:
Where laws abus'd by foul inteftine foes,
Had erft entail'd a heap of dreadful woes
On prince and people; on that bloody stage,
Where flaughter'd heroes bled for civil rage;
On that bright throne, from whence defcended springs,
Th' illuftrious lineage of a hundred kings,

Like HENRY, long in adverse fortune school'd,
O'er willing English hearts a WOMAN rul'd:
And, rich in manly courage, female grace,

Clos'd the long luftre of her crouded race.