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HIND and the PANTHER.
Milk-white Hind, immortal and unchang'd,
Fed on the lawns, and in the forest rang'd; Without unspotted, innocent within, She fear'd no danger, for she knew no fin. Yethad lhe oft been chas'd with horns and hounds, And Scythian shafts ; and many winged wounds Aim'd at her heart; was often forced to fly, And doom'd to death tho fated not to die.
Not so her young; for their unequal line Was hero's make, half human, half divine. Their earthly mold obnoxious was to fate, The immortal part assum'd immortal state. Of these a slaughter'd army lay in blood, Extended o'er the Caledonian wood, Their native walk; whose vocal blood arose, And cry'd for pardon on their perjur'd foes. Their fate was fruitful, and the fanguine seed, Endu'd with souls, increas'd the sacred breed. So captive Israel multiply'd in chains, A numerous exile, and enjoy'd her pains. With grief and gladness mix’d, the mother view'd Her martyr'd offspring, and their race renew'd; Their corps to perish, but their kind to last, So much the deathless plant the dying fruit
surpass’d. Panting and pensive now she rang'd alone, And wander'd in the kingdoms, once her own. The common hunt, tho from their rage restrain'd By sovereign power her
company disdain'd; Grin'd as they pass’d, and with a glaring eye Gave gloomy signs of secret enmity. 'Tis true, she bounded by, and trip'd so light, They had not time to take a steady sight.
For truth has such a face and such a mien,
The bloody bear, an independent beast,
her hate expresta Among the timorous kind the quaking hare Profess'd neutrality, but would not swear, Next her the buffoon ape as atheists use, Mimick'd all sects, and had his own to chuse : Still when the lion look'd his knees he bent, And paid at church a courtier's compliment. The bristled baptist boar, impure as he, But whiten’d with the foam of sanctity, With fat pollutions fill'd the sacred place, And mountains levell’d in his furious race : So first rebellion founded was in grace. But since the mighty ravage, which he made In German forests, had his guilt betray'd, With broken tusks, and with a borrow'd name, He shun'd' the vengeance, and conceal’d the
shame; So lurk'd in fects unseen. With greater guile False reynard fed on confecrated spoil : The graceless beast by Athanasius first Was chas'd from Nice, then by Socinus
His impious race their blasphemy renew'd,
What weight of antient witness can prevail,
was gone, My pride struck out new sparkles of her own. Such was I, such by nature still I am ; Be thine the glory, and be mine the shame. Good life be now my talk: my doubts are done : What more could fright my faith, than three in one?
Can I believe eternal God could lie
my guide ?
fenses can themselves perceive,