But, Oh! if led by Folly's lure,

Thy feet in erring paths have trod;
If Self-Reproach thy breast endure,
And secret Sorrow's chastening rod;

Then wilt thou pause and ponder well,
And purge from bitterness thy mind;
And thy full heart will gladly dwell
In brotherhood with all mankind.

42.

Though the wicked man may laugh in his life, the good man alone can smile in his death.

43.

Will Time give vigour to thine health?
Preserve the charms that Nature gave?
Add countless riches to thy wealth?
Go ask the grave: go ask the grave.

Where are the stores that Knowledge brings?
The spoils and trophies of the brave?
The pride of all created things?

Go ask the grave: go ask the grave.

For bliss, above must mortals go?

Can nought their earthly glories save? Will all things perish here below?

Go ask the grave: go ask the grave.

44.

Though Virtue made him doubly dear,
Mourn not, ye good and wise;
His spirit, though his dust lies here,
Is happy in the skies.

We boast not now his rank and birth:
This monument is given

To tell, not what he was on earth,
But what he is in heaven.

45.

Sleep, for thou hast need of rest:
Thou hast suffer'd much-be blest.
He thou lovedst chas'd thy fears,
Now he also dries thy tears.
Sleep in him a little while,
Then, awaking with a smile,
Rous'd by the archangel's voice,
Spring to meet him, and rejoice
In the glory where his grace
Has prepar'd for thee a place.

46.

Think not, ye proud, a little marble stone,
Though fairly form'd and fashion'd, can atone
For want of kindly deeds, or bid survive
A fame that ye deserve not when alive.

When moulders in the dust the mortal frame,
The noble and ignoble are the same.

If ye amid the sons of men would blend
Your fame and glory, learn to be their friend;
Do good to man, and, through each fleeting hour,
Acknowledge Him who gave you all your power:
Do this, ye proud, lest ye should seek in vain
That heaven the lowly only shall attain.

47.

How poor are the gilded escutcheons and the perishing records of the mouldering marble, when compared with the well-grounded hope that the spirit of the departed is with God!

48.

Baby! on a kinder bosom

Than thy mother's thou art sleeping;
His, whose gentler voice shall rouse thee,
Not like hers to still thy weeping;

Now thou hast no tears to dry,
Thou needest now no lullaby:

But to breathe divinest rapture
Through thy recreated spirit,
And to fill thee with the glory
Jesus gives thee to inherit.
Fare thee well, until we meet
To pour thanksgivings at his feet.

49.

So falls to earth the ripen'd grain ;
'Tis buried, but to rise again.

50.

If thou art trampling on thy fellow-man,
And impiously despising Him on high,
I fain would warn thee that this fearful ban

Hangs o'er thy short-liv'd being, "Thou shalt die."

And Oh! though learn'd in Sorrow's deepest gloom,

No withering words, pronounc'd by mortal breath,

Could shadow forth the irrevocable doom

Of that tremendous curse-" Eternal death."

If thou, repentant, humbly seekest peace Through thy Redeemer, God that peace will give:

I bid thee in thy confidence increase,

And tell thee, that in glory thou shalt live: And flaming seraph's, or archangel's tongue, With heavenly minstrelsy and rapture rife, Would fail to make thee comprehend in song The boundless blessing of "eternal life."

51.

I died and thou who hast my Grave in view, With every passing hour art dying too.

52.

We gaz'd upon her sunny brow,

When deck'd with beauty and with bloom:
But Oh, how chang'd and faded now,
Thou pale-fac'd tenant of the tomb!

Yet, haply, may we learn from thee,-
Thy early doom in mercy given,-
A fair and flattering world to flee,

And trust for bliss alone in Heaven.

53.

If earth be fill'd with pain and woe,
Weep not that I lie here:

If heaven with love and rapture glow,
Rejoice, my soul is there.

54.

While yet of tender years and weak,
Affliction bade her frame decline;
And legibly upon her cheek

Consumption wrote, The Maid is mine.

But ere she dropp'd into the grave,

Mercy her cordial draught had given;
And Hope and Faith their record gave,

And said, The Maid is mark'd for Heaven.