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No cares nor passions here the bosom rend,
Here hopeless love and cruel hatred end,
And the world's weary trav'ler rests in peace.
Approach, vain child of fortune, pow'r, and fame*.
View on each lofty tomb the envied name
.How high each pers'nage once, how honour'd read
How low, how little now, look down and sec; Hence learn to know thyself; for 'tis decreed, That thou as little and as low shalt be.
Full many a hapless victim yet unborn,
0 death all conq'ring! at thy feet must fall, Before the dawning of that glorious morn,
When thou shalt yield, and God be all in all.
Then from the silent grave and op'ning tomb'' Shall each reviving tenant lift his'head.
And this tirne-honour'd abbey's croudfed Womb Resign its treasures of illustrious dead.' .' .1 .
E'en now, methinks, by faith's pervading eye
1 see his banner in «he clotids display'd,
And the world's Saviour, from his.throne on high, Descend in purest robes of light array'd.
Great day of gladness to the good and just,
When they shall taste the wonders of his love;
And rising joyful from their beds of dust,
Then shall the finish'd bust, the sculptur'd stone
Dissolve; and virtue's solid basevalone
Amidst the gen'ral w reck of matter stand.
Yea, should creation founder in the storm,
Ytt shall celestial virtue's angel form
Survive, and flourish in immortal bloom.. . .
Then shall the good resolve, the gen'rous deed,
Pe well rewarded - ('tis by Heav'n decreed,)
O te it then our wisdom to secure
Those glorious crowns that shine for ever brightr frowns that adorn the faithful and the pure,
Iu the blest mansions of eternal light. . D E AT H.
Friend to the wretch whom every friend forsakes,
I woo thee, Death! In fancy's fairy paths
Let the gay songster rove, and gently trill
The strain of empty.joy. Life and its joys
I leave to those that prize them. At this hour,
This solemn hour, when silence rules the world,
And wearied nature makes a gen'ral pause;
Wrapt in night's sable robe, through cloysters drear
And charnels pale, tenanted by a throng
Of meagre phantoms shooting cross my path
With silent glance, I seek the shadowy vale
Of Death. Deep in a murky cave's recess,
Lav'd by oblivion's listless stream, and fenc'd
By shelving rocks, and intermingled horrors
Of yew and cypress shade, from all intrusion
Of busy noontide beam, the Monarch sits
In unsubstantial majesty enthron'd.
At his right hand, nearest himself in place
And frightfulness of form, his parent Sia
With fatal industry and cruel care
Busies herself in pointing all his stings,
And tipping every shaft with venom drawn
From her infernal store: around him rang'd
In terrible array, and mixture strange
Of uncouth shapes, stand his dread Ministers.
Foremost Old Age, his natural ally
And firmest friend; next him Diseases thick,
A motley train; Fever, with cheek of fire;.
Consumption wan; Palsy, half warm with life,
And half a clay clod lump; joint-tort'ring Gout,
And ever-gnawing Rheum; Convulsion wild;
Swoln Dropsy; panting Asthma; Apoplex
Full.gorg'd. There too the Peftilence that walk*
In darkness, and the Sickness that destroys
At broad noon.day. These and a thousand more,
Horrid te tell, attentive wait; and, when
Ey Heav'n's command Death waves his ebon Wand,
Sudden rush forth to execute his purpose,
A.nd scatter desolation o'er the earth.
Ill-fated Man, for whom such various forms Of mis'ry wait, and mark their future prey I Ah! why all-righteous Father, didit thou make This creature, Man? why wake th' unconcious dust To life and wretchedness? O better far Still had he slept in uncreated night, If this the lot of being! was it for this Thy breath divine kindled within his breast The vital flame? Fcr this was thy fair image Stampt on his soul in godlike lineaments?. .' . For this dominion giv'n him absolute O'er all thy works, only that he might reign Supreme in woe? From the blest source of Good CculdPain and Death proceed? Could such foul ills Fall from fair Meicy's hands? Far be the thought, 7 he impious thought! God never made a creature D. t what was good. He made a living Soul/
Vhe wretched Mortal was the work of Man.