No cares nor passions here the bosom rend,
Here wasting pain and earthly troubles cease h

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*.
Here learn a lesson from each speaking bust;

View on each lofty tomb the envied name
Of worldly greatness, levelled in the dust.

.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,
Ascend triumphant to the realms above.

Then shall the finish'd bust, the sculptur'd stone
And all the labour of the artist's hand,

Dissolve; and virtue's solid basevalone

Amidst the gen'ral w reck of matter stand.

Yea, should creation founder in the storm,
And whelming peikh in this awful doom,.

Ytt shall celestial virtue's angel form

Survive, and flourish in immortal bloom.. . .

Then shall the good resolve, the gen'rous deed,
And noble conflict in religion's cause,

Pe well rewarded - ('tis by Heav'n decreed,)
And surely meet at judgment God's applause.

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 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 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.
Forth from his Maker's hands he sprung to life,
Fresh with immortal bloom; no pain he knew,
No fear of change, no check to his desires,
Save one command. That one command which stood
'Twixt him and Death, the test of his obedience,
Urg'd on by wanton curioiity,
He broke. There in one moment was undone
The fairest of God's works. The same rash hand,
That pluck'd in evil hour the fatal fruit,
Unbarr'd the gates of Hell, and let loose Sin
And Death, and all the family of Pain.
To prey upon Mankind. Young Nature saw
The monstrous crew, and shook thro' all her frame.
Then fled her new-born lustre, then* began
Heaven's cheerful face to low'r then vapours choak'cl
The troubled air, and form'd a veil of clouds
To hide the willing Sun. The earth convuls'd
With painful throes threw forth a bristly crop
Of thorns and briars; and Insect, Bird, and Beast,
That wont before with admiration fond
To gaze at Man, and fearless crowd around him,
Now fled before his face, shunning in haste
The infection of his misery. He alone
Who justly might, th' offended Lord of Man,
Turn'd not away his face; he, full of pity,
Forsook not m this uttermost distress
His best lov'd work. That comfort still remain'd
(That best, that greatest comfoit in affliction)
The Countenance of Gcd, and thro' the glcom
Shot forth some kindlj^gleams, to. cheer and'warm
Tli' offender's sinking seul. Hope sent from Hcav'n

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