SHE said, and CONSTANCE low Obeisance made;
Then gladly follow'd, where PRISCILLA led.
Within the Gate a spacious Room she found,
Whose Walls were beautify'd with Tap'stry round;
Where pious Tales appear'd, so lively wrought,
The Work seem'd vital, and the Figures Thought:
Here, in the Shade, the  Patriarch stood,
Feasting the Sons of Heav'n with earthly Food;
While, there, the good  confest
His Kindness, and reproach'd the cruel ;
With many more, a charitable Band,
The skilful Labour of PRISCILLA's Hand.