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Alternate follies take the sway;
Licentious passions burn 3 Which tenfold force gives nature's law,
That man was made to mourn.
Or manhood's active might;
Supported is his right:
With cares and sorrows worn,
Show man was made to mourn.
In pleasure's lap carest;
Are likewise truly blest.
Are wretched and forlorn !
That man was made to mourn.
Inwoven with our frame!
Regret, remorse, and shame!
The smiles of love adorn,
Makes countless thousands mourn!
So abject, mean, and vile,
To give him leave to toil ;
And see his lordly fellow-worm
The poor petition spurn, Unmindful, tho’a weeping wife
And helpless offspring mourn.
By Nature's law design'd,
E’er planted in my mind ?
His cruelty or scorn?
To make his fellow mourn?
Disturb thy youthful breast :
Is surely not the last !
Had never, sure, been born,
To comfort those that mourn !
XI. O death! the poor man's dearest friend,
The kindest and the best! Welcome the hour my aged limbs
Are laid with thee at rest! The great, the wealthy, fear thy blow,
From pomp and pleasure torn ; But, oh! a blest relief to those
That weary-laden mourn !
IN THE PROSPECT OF DEATH.
Of all my hope and fear !
Perhaps I must appear!
of life I ought to shun;
Remonstrates I have done ;
With passions wild and strong!
Has often led me wrong.
Or frailty stept aside,
In shades of darkness hide.
No other plea I have,
Delighteth to forgive.
STANZAS ON THE SAME OCCASION.
Why am I loth to leave this earthly scene?
Have I so found it full of pleasing charms? Somo drops of joy with draughts of ill between ; Some gleams of sunshine mid renewing
storms: Is it departing pangs my soul alarms ?
Or death's unlovely, dreary, dark abode ?
I tremble to approach an angry God,
• Fain would I say, “ Forgive my foul offence !!!
Fain promise never more to disobey ; But, should my Author health again dispense,
Again I might desert fair virtue's way; Again in folly's path might go astray ;
Again exalt the brute and sink the man; Then how should I for heavenly mercy pray,
Who act so counter heavenly mercy's plan? Who sin so oft have mourn'd, yet to temptation
O Thou, great Governor of all below!
If I may dare a lifted eye to Thee, Thy nod can make the tempest cease to blow,
Or still the tumult of the raging sea : With that controuling pow'r assist ev'n me,
Those headlong furious passions to confine: For all unfit I feel my powers to be,
To rule their torrent in th' allowed line ; 0, aid me with thy help, Omnipotence Divine !
Lying at a rcverend friend's house one night, the
author left the following
In the room where he slept,
Othou dread Pow'r, who reign'st above !
When for this scene of peace and love,
I make my pray'r sincere.
Long, long, be pleas'd to spare,
And show what good men are.
With tender hopes and fears,
But spare a mother's tears !
In manhood's dawning blush ;
Up to a parent's wish.
With earnest tears I pray,
Guide thou their steps alway.
VI. When soon or late they reach that coast,
O'er life's rough ocean driv'n, May they rejoice, no wand'rer lost,
A family in heav'n!
THE FIRST PSALM.
The man, in life wherever plac'd,
Hath happiness in store,
Nor learns their guilty lore :