MORAL AND LIFE. LIFE. Less than a span: THE World's a bubble, and the Life of Man LIFE! I know not what thou art, So to the tomb; Curst from his cradle, and brought up to years With cares and fears. Who then to frail mortality shall trust, Yet whilst with sorrow here we live opprest, Courts are but only superficial schools The rural parts are turn'd into a den And where's a city from foul vice so free, I MOURN no more my vanish'd years: An April rain of smiles and tears, The west winds blow, and, singing low, No longer forward nor behind I plough no more a desert land, I break my pilgrim staff,—I lay 615 "He cometh forth like a flower, and is cut down."Job xiv. 2. BEHOLD, How short a span Was long enough of old To measure out the life of man;. In those well-temper'd days! his time was then Survey'd, cast up, and found but threescore years and ten. Alas! And what is that? They come, and slide, and pass, my pen can tell thee what. |