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No cares nor passions here the bosom rend,' '
Here wasting pain and earthly troubles cease! 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 lufty 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,
O 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 ; i.
Shấll each reviving tenant lift his" head.' And this time-honour'd abbey's crouded womb
Resign its treasures of illustrious dead, sind:
E'en now, methinks, by faith's pervading eye
I see his banner in the clouds display'd,
Creat 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 base alone
Amidst the gen'ral wreck of matter stand.
Yca, should creation founder in the storm, i.
And whelming perish in this awful doom, Yet 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,
And surely meet at judgment God's applause.
O be it then our wisdom to secure
Those glorious crowns that shine for ever bright: Crowns that adorn the faithful and the pure,
In the blest mansions of eternal light.
DE A TH.
FRIEND to the wretch whom every friend forsakes,
And charnels pale, tenanted by a throng
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of uncouthold Age, bext him
Of uncouth shapes, stand his dread Ministers.
Ill-fated Man, for whom such various forms
The im picus thought! God never made a creature - Det what was good. He made a living Soul; .
Fresh wom his Maker's hone work of Man
The 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 curiosity, 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 fraine. Then fled her new-born lustre, therf began 1 Heaven's cheerful face to low'r then vapours.choak'de; 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, Phat wont before with admiration fond To gaze at Man, and fearless crowd around him, Now fed 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 in this uttermost distress His best lov'd work. That comfort still remain'd. (I hat best, that greatest comfort in affliction) The countenance of God, and thro' the gloom Shot forih some kindl yngleams, to cheer and' warm' .' Th' offender's sinking soul. 'Hope sent from Heav'n