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Whence has the world her magick pow'r?

Why deem we death a foe?
Recoil from weary life's best hour,

And cavet longer wo?

The cause is Conscience-Conscience oft

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

And dread of death ensues.

Ther, anxious to be longer spar'd,

Man mourns his fleeting breath :
All evils then seem light, compar'd

With the approach of Death.

"Tis judgment shakes him, there's the fear

That prompts the wish to stay: He has incurr'd in 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. VOL. II.

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De sacris autem hoc sic una sententia, ut conserventur.

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 compris’d,
Is falsely nam'd, and no such thing,

But rather death disguis’d.

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 diseas'd, yet nothing feel ;

Much menac'd, 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 unhallow'd play,

And worship chance alone ?

If scorn of God's commands, impressid

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

With life that cannot die;

Such want it, and that want uncur'd

Till man resigns his breath, Speaks him a criminal, assur'd

Of everlasting death.

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Sad period to a pleasant course

Yet so will God repay
Sabbaths profan'd without remorso,

And mercy cast away.

INSCRIPTION,

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 vein; 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, ofttimes 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.”

EPITAPH ON A HARE.

HERE lies, whom hound did ne'er pursue,

Nor swifter grayhound follow, Whose foot ne'er tainted morning dew,

Nor ear heard huntsman's halloo.

Old Tiney, surliest of his kind,

Who, nurs:d with tender care, And to domestick bounds confind,

Was still a wild Jack-hare

Though duly from my hand he took

His pittance ev'ry night, He did it with a jealous look,

And, when he could, would bite,

His diet was of wheaten bread,

And milk, and oats, and straw; Thistles, or lettuces instead,

With sand to soyur his maw.

On twigs of hawthorn he regal'd,

On pippen's russet peel,
And, when his juicy salads fail'd,

Slic'd carrot pleas'd him well.

A turkey carpet was his lawn,

Whereon ne lov'd tc bound, To skip and gambol like a fawn,

And swing his rump around.

His frisking was at ev'ning hours,

For then he lost his fear,
But most before approaching show'rs,

Or when a storm drew near.

Eight years and five round rolling moons

He thus saw steal away,
Dozing out all his idle noons,

And ev'ry night at play.
I kept him for his humour's sake,

For he would oft beguile My heart of thoughts, that made it ache, · And force me to a smile.

But now beneath this walnut shade

He finds his long last home,
And waits, in snug concealment laid,

Till gentler Puss shall come

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