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'Hard by yon Wood, now smiling as in Scorn, 'Mutt'ring his wayward Fancies he would rove;
'Now drooping, woeful wan, like one sorlorn, 'Orcraz'd with Care, or cross'd in'hopeless Love
r One Morn I miss'd him on the custom'd Hill; 'Along the Heath, and near his fav'rite Tree, * Another came; nor yet beside the Rill,
* Nor up the Lawn, nor at the Wood was he.
rThe next with Dirges due in &d Array ..
* Slow through the Church-way Path we faw him
borne, 'Approach and read ( for thou can'st read ) the Lay, 'Grav'd on the Stone beneathyon aged Thorn.'
The E P I TAP H.
HERE rests his Head upon the Lap of Earth,
Fair Science frown'd not on his humble Birth,
Large was his Bounty, and his Soul sincere,
T.e gave to Mis'ry all he had, a Tear,
He gain-'d from Hfcawn*■ ('twas all he.wislt'd ) a '■ Friend. ' •
No farther seek his Merits to disclose, ■
(There they alike in trembling»Hope repose )
Refections on a solitary walk in Westminster Abby
WHEN.I am in a serious Humour, I very often walk by myself in Westminster Abby; where the Gloominess of the Place, and the Use to which it is applied, with the Solemnity of the Building, and the Condition of the People who lye in it, are apt to nil the Mind with a Kind of Melancholy, or rather Thoughtfulness, that is not disagreeable. I know that Entertainments of this Nature are apt to raiie dark and dismal Thoughts in timorous Minds, and gloomy Imaginations: but sor my own Part, though I am always serious, I do not know what it is to be melancholy; and can theresore take a View of Nature in her deep and solemn Scenes, with the fame Pleasure as in her most gay and delightful ones. By this Means I can improve myself with those Objects which others consider with Terror. When I look upon the Tombs of the Great, every Emotion of Envy dies in me; when I read the Epitaphs of the Beautiful, every inordinate Desire goes out; when I meet with the Grief of Parents upon a Tombstone, my Heart melts with Compassion; when I see the Tomb of the Parents themselves, I consider the Vanity of grieving for those whom we must quickly sollow; When I fee Kings lying by those who deposed them, when I consider rival Wits placed Side by Side, or the holy Men that divided the World with their Contests and Deputes, I reflect with Sorrow and astonishment on the little Competitions, Factions,.and Debates a
Mankind. When I read the several Dates of the Tombs, of some that died Yesterday, and some Six Hundred Years ago, I consider that great Day when we shall all of us be contemporaries, and make our Appearance together.
Reflections on the Dissolution of the visible World. Burnets's Theory.
LET us reflect upon this Occasion on the Vanity and transient Glory of this habitable World. How by the Force of one Element breaking loose upon the rest, all the Vanities of Natui e, all the Works of Art, all the Labours of Men, are reduced to Nothing. All that we admired and adored besore as great and magnificent, is obliterated or vanished; and another Form and Face of Things, plain, simple, and every .where the same, overspreads the whole Earth. Where are now the great Empires of the World, and their great Imperial Cities? Their Pillars, Trophies, and Monuments of Glory? Shew me where they stood, read the Inscription, tell me the Victors Name. What Remains, what Impressions, what Difference, or Distinction, do you see in this Mass of Fire? Rome itself, eternal Rome, the great City, the Empress of the World, whose Domination and Superstition, ancient and Modern, make a great Part of the History of this Earth; what is become ot her now? She laid her Foundations deep, and her Palaces were strong and sumptuous: She glorified herself, and lived delicioujly, and said in her Heart I sit a Queen, and stall jee no Sorrow: But
her her. Hour is come, she is wiped away from the Face of the Earth, and buried in everlasting Oblivion. But it is not Cities only, and Works of Mens Hands, but the everlasting Hills, the Mountains and Rocks of the Earth are melted as Wax before the Sun, and their Place is no where found. Here stood the Alps, the Load of the Earth, that covered many Countries, and reached their Arms from the Ocean to the Black Sea; this huge Mais of Stone is softened and dissolved as a tender Cloud into Rain. Here stood the African Mountains, and Atlas with his Top above the Clouds; there was frozen Caucasus, and Taurus, and Imaus, and tie Mountains of Asia; and yonder towards the North stood the Riphœan Hills, cloath'd in Ice and Snow. All these are vanish'd, drops away as the Snow upon their Heads. Great and Marvellous are ttj Works, just and true are thy Ways, thou King 'j Saints! Hallelujah!
Contemplations on suture Blessedness a nolle Sotirll'f Joy to the true Christian.
WITH what Joy should we think of those "great and glorious Things which Gon "hath prepared for them that love him, of th* "Inheritance incorruptible, undesiled, which fao"eth not away, reserved sor us in the Heavens.' How should we welcome the Thoughts of that happy Hour, when we shall make our Escape out of thele Prisons, when we shall pass out "ot this *"' howling Wilderness into the promised Land,
when when we shall be removed from all the Troubles and Temptations of a wicked and ill-natured World; when we shall be past all Storms, and secured from all further ganger of Shipwreck, and shall be fasely landed in the Regions of Bliss and Immortality?
O blessed Time! "when all Tears shall be "wiped from our Eyes, and Death and Sorrow "shall be no more; when Mortality shall be swal"lowed up of Lise," and we shall enter upon the Possession of all that Happiness and Glory which God hath promised, and our Faith hath believed, and our Hopes have raised us to the Expectation of; when we shall be eased of all our Pains, and resolved of all our Doubts, and be purged from all our Sins, and be freed from all our Fears, and be happy beyond all our Hopes, and have all this Happiness secured to us beyond the Power of Time and Change; when we shall know Go D and other Things without Study, and love him and one another vithout Measure, and serve and praise him without Weariness, and obey his Will without Reluctancy; and shall still be more and more-delighted in the knowing, and loving, and praising, and obeying of God to all Eternity,
Eternity ! that boundless Race, Which Time himself can never run,
Swift as he flies with an unwearied Pace, Which when Ten Thoufand Thoufand Years are
done, Is still the fame, and still to be begun.
Congrfve. L A DE