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So your verse-man I, and clerk,

Yearly in my song proclaim Death at hand-yourselves his mark

And the foe's unerring aim.

Duly at my time I come,

Publishing to all aloudSoon the grave must be


home, And your only suit, a shroud.

But the monitory strain,

Oft repeated in your ears, Seems to sound too much in vain,

Wins no notice, wakes no fears.

Can a truth by all confess'd

Of such magnitude and weight, Grow, by being oft impress’d,

Trivial as a parrot's prate?

Pleasure's call attention wins,

Hear it often as we may; New as ever seem our sins,

Though committed ev'ry day.

Death and Judgment, Heav'n and Hell

These alone, so often heard, No more move us than the bell,

When some stranger is interrd.

O then, ere the turf or tomb

Cover us from ev'ry eye, Spirit of instruction come,

Make us learn, that we must die,

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


Happy the mortal, who has trac'd effects
To their first cause, cast fear beneath his feet,
And Death, and roaring Hell's voracious fires !

THANKLESS for favours from on high,

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

Would be improve the boon.

But he, not wise enough to scan

His blest 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 it's harm! Strange world, that costs it so much smart,

And still has pow'r to charm.

Whence has the world her magic pow'r?

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 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 a long arrear,

And must despair to pay.

Pay!-follow Christ, and all is paid;

His death your peace ensures; Think on the


where he was laid, And calm descend to yours.

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