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Where.the watchman in his roun4
Nightly lifts his voice on high. None, accustomed to the sound,
Wakes the sooner for his cry.
So your verserman I, and clerk,
Yearly in my song proclaim Death at hand—yourselves his mnrk-»»
And the foe's unerring aim.
Duly at my time I come,
Publishing to all aloud-
And your only suit, a shroud,
But the monitory strain,
Oft repeated in your ears, Seems to sound too much in vain,
Wins no notice, wakes no fears.
Can a truth, by all confessed
Grow, by being oft expressed,
Pleasure's call attention wins,
Hear it-often as we may; New as ever seem our sins',,, p
Though committed every dgifo
Death and judgment, Heaven and Heli-
No more move us than the bell
Oh then, ere the turf or tomb
Cover us from every eye, Spi.it of instruction, come,
Make us learn that we must die.
ON A SIMILAR OCCASION,
FOK THE YEAR 1792..
Fepx, fui fetvit rcrum cogtioxtrc cauias,
Happy the mortal, who has traced effects
Thankless for favours from on high,
Though 'tis his privilege to die.
But he, not wise enough to scan
His best concerns aright,
To ages, if he might:
To ages in a world of pain.
To ages, where he goes
And hopeless of repose.
Strange fondness of the human heart.
Enamoured of its harm! Strange world, that costs it so much smart,
And still has power to charm.
Whence has the world her magic power?
Why deem we death a foe?
And covet longer woe?.
The cause is Conscience—Conscience oft
Her tale of guilt renews:
And dread of death ensues.
Then anxious to be longer spared
All evils then seem light, compared
'Tis judgment shakes him; there's the fear,
He has incurred a long arreaf,
Pay!—follow Christ, and all is paid;
His death your peace insures; Think on the grave where he was laid,
And calm descend to yours.
ON A Similar Occasion,
.' T FOR THE YEAR 1793,
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But let us all cpneur in thii one sentiment, that thing* sacred be inviolate. , .. '...'-.v
He lives who lives to God alone.
And all are dead beside;
Whence'life can be supplied.
T* live to God is to requite
His love as best we may:
His promises our stay.
But life, within a narrow ring
Of giddy joys comprized, -
But rather death' disguised.
Can life in them deserve ?the name,
Who only live to prove
An endless life above?
Who, much diseased, yet nothing feel;
Much menaced, nothing dread;
Yet never ask his aid?
Who deem his house an useless place,
Faith, want of common ser.se; And ardour in the Christian race,
A hypocrite's pretence?
Who trample order: and the day,
Which God asserts his own, Dishonour with unhallowed play,
And worship chance alone?