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ON A SIMILAR OCCASION,

FOR THE YEAR 179.

Felir, qui potuit rerum cognoscere causas,
Atque metus omnes et inexorabile fatum
Subjecit pedibus, strepitumque Acherontis avari!

VIRG.
Happy the mortal, who has traced effects
To their first cause, cast fear beneath his feet,
And Death, and roaring Hell's voracious Sres!

THANKLESS for favours from on high,

Man thinks he fades too soon;
Though 'tis his privilege to die,

Would he improve the boon.
But he, not wise enough to scan

His bless'd concerns aright,
Would gladly stretch life's little span

To ages, if he might.
To ages in a world of pain,
To
ages,

where he goes
Gall'd by affliction's heavy chain,

And hopeless of repose.
Strange fondness of the human heart,

- Enamour'd 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?
Recoil from weary life's best hour,

And covet longer wo?

The cause is Conscience-Conscience oft

Her tale of guilt renews:
Her voice is terrible though soft,

And dread of death ensues.
Then, anxious to be longer spared,

Map mourns his fleeting breath:
All evils theu seem light, compared

With the approach of Death. 'Tis judgment shakes hin; there's the fear,

That prompts the wish to stay :
He has incurr'd a long arrear,

And must despair to pay.
Pay!--follow Christ, and all is paid;

His death your peace ensures ;
Think on the grave where he was laid,

And calm descend to yours.

ON A SIMILAR OCCASION,

FOR THE YEAR 1793.

De sacris autem hæc sit una sententia, ut conseruentur.-CIC. DE LEG.

But let us all concur in this one sentiment, that things sacred be inviolate.

He lives, who lives to God alone,

And all are dead beside ;
For other source than God is none

Whence life can be supplied.
To live to God is to requite

His love as best we may ;
To make his precepts our delight,

His promises our stay.
But life, within a narrow ring

Of giddy joys comprised,
Is falsely named, and no such thing,

But rather death disguised.
Can life in them deserve the name,

Who only live to prove
For what poor toys they can disclaim

An endless life above ?
Who, much diseased, yet nothing feel;

Much menaced, nothing dread;
Have wounds, which only God can heal,

Yet never ask his aid?

Who deem his house a useless place,

Faith, want of common sense;
And ardour in the Christian race,

A hypocrite's pretence?
Who trample order; and the day,

Which God asserts his own,
Dishonour with uphallow'd play,

And worship chance alone?
If scorn of God's commands, impress'd

On word and deed, imply
The better part of man unbless'd

With life that cannot die;
Such want it, and that want, uncured

Tili man resigns his breath,
Speaks him a criminal, assured

Of everlasting death.
Sad period to a pleasant course !

Yet so will God repay
Sabbaths profaned without remorse,

And mercy cast away.

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FOR

THE TOMB OF MR. HAMILTON.

PAUSE here, and think: a monitory rhyme
Demands one moment of thy fleeting time.

Consult life's silent clock, thy bounding veid;
Seems it to say Health here has long to reign?
Hast thou the vigour of thy youth? an eye
That beams delight? a heart untaught to sigh?
Yet fear. Youth, oft-times healthful and at ease,
Anticipates a day it never sees;
And many a tomb, like Hamilton's, aloud
Exclaims, ' Prepare thee for an early shroud.'

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