THE HIND and the PANTHER. A Milk-white Hind, immortal and unchang'd, Without unfpotted, innocent within, 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 flaughter'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 sanguine feed, Endu'd with fouls, increas'd the sacred breed. So captive Ifrael 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 furpass'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 fovereign power her company disdain'd; Grin'd as they pass'd, and with a glaring eye Gave gloomy figns of fecret enmity. 'Tis true, the bounded by, and trip'd so light, They had not time to take a steady fight. For truth has such a face and fuch a mien, The bloody bear, an independent beaft, Unlick'd to form, in groans her hate exprest. Among the timorous kind the quaking hare Profess'd neutrality, but would not swear. Next her the buffoon ape as atheifts 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 briftled baptift 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 fince the mighty ravage, which he made In German forefts, 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 sects unseen. With greater guile The graceless beast by Athanafius first nurs'd: } 1 His impious race their blafphemy renew'd, was gone, My pride ftruck out new sparkles of her own. Be thine the glory, and be mine the shame. Good life be now my task: my doubts are done : What more could fright my faith, than three in one? t Can I believe eternal God could lie Disguis'd in mortal mold and infancy? Shall their subservient organs be my guide? Can they who fay the host should be descry'd fight. For fince thus wonderously he pass'd, 'tis plain, And fure the same omnipotence as well |