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If they, who on thy state attend,
Hear, Lord, the song of praise and pray'r,
In Heav'n thy dwelling place,
And taught to seek thy face.
Thanks for thy word, and for thy day.
And grant us, we implore,
Thy holy sabbaths more.
Thanks that we hear,—but O impart
To each desires sincere,
And learn as well as hear.
For if vain thoughts the minds engage
Of older far than we, What hope, that, at our heedless age,
Our minds should e'er be free?
Much hope, if thou our spirits take
Who canst the wisest wiser make,
Wisdom and bliss thy word bestows, ,
A sun that ne'er declines, And be thy mercies show'r'd on those,
Who plac'd us where it shines.
Subjoined to the Yearly Bill of Mortality of the
Anno Domini 1787.
Pallida Mars aquo pulsat pede pauperum talernas,
Pale Death with equal foot strikes wide the door
While thirteen moons saw smoothly run The Nen's barge-laden wave,
Was man (frail always) made more frail
Than in foregoing years?
That so much death appears 1
• Composed for John Cox, parish clerk of Northampton.
No; these were vig'rous as their sires'
This annual tribute Death requires,
Like crowded forest-trees we stand,
Green as the bay-tree, ever green,
With it's new foliage on, The gay, the thoughtless, have I seen,
I pass'd—and they were gone.
Read, ye that run, the awful truth
No present health can health insure For yet an hour to come;
Can always baulk the tomb. And O! that humble as my lot,
And scorn'd as is my strain, These truths, though known, too much forgot,
I may not teach in vain.
So prays your clerk with all his heart,
And ere he quits the pen,
And answer all—Amen!
ON A SIMILAR OCCASION,
FOR THE YEAR 1788.
Quod adest, memento
Improve the present hour, for all beside
Could I, from Heav'n inspir'd, as sure presage