284.

There are, who on this new-rais'd sod

In wantonness will tread;

There are, who think it vain to raise
A tribute to the dead.

But Nature's powerful voice will plead
In every feeling breast,

And prompt it to indulge the thought
Of those who are at rest.

And haply such as sorrow know,
And wander forth alone,

While bending o'er another's grave
Will bear in mind their own.

285.

That undisturb'd my dust should sleep,
They dug my grave, and dug it deep;
Yet not so deep but I shall hear

When Christ my Saviour draweth near.

286.

Worship thy God; do good to all that live; Bear with thy brother, and his faults forgive: Thus saith the Ruler of the earth and skies,— "I will have mercy, and not sacrifice."

287.

Our lovely floweret drooped and died, to teach us the withering nature of earthly happiness.

288.

O Stranger, repine not, whate'er be thy smart,
Nor complain of the tempest rude;

But turn thee, all weary and worn as thou art,
To the Giver of every good.

He watch'd o'er the dawn of the day of thy birth,
And knows all that thy bosom can tell:

He does what he will both in heaven and earth, And all that He doth must be well.

Repent of the path thou hast erringly trod;
From folly and wickedness flee,

And seek, through a Saviour, the mercy of God,
And God will have mercy on thee.

289.

Bethink thee, Reader, nor unheeding pass
Where fellow-mortals in the dust recline;

These monumental stones record, alas!
Not only their mortality, but thine.

290.

If thou art poor and hast the grace of God; well mayst thou rejoice; if thou art rich and hast it not, well mayst thou tremble.

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291.

Reader, fix thy wandering heart on that eternal home,

Where everlasting pleasures reign, and sorrows

never come;

Then wilt thou upwards turn thy eyes with better hopes in view,

And lightly lean upon the world, lest it should pierce thee through.

292.

It is a joyful thing to bow,

Amidst the assembled throng,

Where God is sought with thanksgiving,

And glorified with song.
Where hopes of mercy drive away

Sin, sorrow, and despair,

And long, loud hallelujahs rise

And fill the house of prayer.

But O, how joyful must it be

Through heavenly courts to wing,

And bid the note of rapture rise
When saints and angels sing!
To praise the high and mighty God,

Where seraphim adore,

And all is purity, and peace,

And pleasure evermore!

293.

Stranger, whatever be the desires of thy heart, ponder for a moment over the mouldering dead, and be reminded by the silent monitors around thee of the uncertainty of life. Though thou hadst all that the world can give, it could not reverse the irrevocable sentence-" Dust thou art, and unto dust thou shalt return."

294.

Death may not boldly meet thee face to face,
But, haply, like a coward steal upon thee
When least expected, giving thee no time
To buckle on thine armour.-Be prepar❜d.

295.

If thou canst feel a friendly glow
For one who felt for every woe,

This lowly spot demands a tear:

Thy friend, the friend of man lies here.

296.

Through life a libertine he rang'd,
Untaught, unhumbled, and unchang'd:
Whate'er his future state may be,

O Lord our God, we leave to thee!

297.

In prayer and praise, a pilgrim here below,
He bore in meek submission every rod,
Look'd upward for support in weal and woe,
And boldly trusted in the Lord his God.

The skies shall roll together wrapp'd in flame;
The world be melted with consuming fire:
But they who trust in their Redeemer's name,
Untroubled shall survive, and ne'er expire.

298.

The duties of friendship and religion occupied her time; and the pleasures of both constituted her chief delight.

299.

Who seeks a world of brighter bliss
Must never fix his heart on this.

300.

As thou hast caution'd well thy ruin'd race,
Who wandering wide in paths of error trod,
And rescued sinners, through redeeming grace,
And brought them back from Satan unto God ;-

So God will guard thee in the gloomy grave;
And when the world involv'd with fire shall be,
His arm, omnipotently strong to save,

Shall from the flaming ruin rescue thee.