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If scorn of God's commands impressed
On word and deed, imply
With life that cannot die;
Such want ft, and that want uncured
Speaks him a criminal, assured
Sad period to a pleasant course!
Yet so will God repay
And mercy cast away.
Pause here, and think: a monitory rhime
Consult life's silent clock, thy bounding viik;
EPITAPH ON A HARE.
Here lies, whom hound did ne'er pursue,
Whose foot ne'er tainted morning dew.
Old Tiney, surliest of his kind,
And to domestic bounds confined,
Though duly from my hand he took
His pittance every night, He did it with a jealous look,
And, when he could, would bite.
His diet was of wheatetl bread
Thistles, or lettuces instead,
On twigs of hawthorn he regaled,
On pippins' russet peel.
Sliced carrot pleased him well.
A Turkey carpet was his lawn,
And *wing his rump araundi 'i
His frisking was at evening hours,
For then Ik lost his fear*
Or when a storm drew near.
Eight years $m& *»« round-rolling moons
He thus saw steal away, Dozing o»t alt his idle noons,
And every ni«Ut at play,
I kept him for his hum.oar" sake,
For he would oft beguile My heart of thoughts that made it ache;
And force me to a smite.
But now beneath his walnut shade
He finds his long last home,
Till gentler Puss shall come.
He still more aged feels the shocks,
From which no care can save, And, partner once of Tiney's box,
Must soon partake his grave'.