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ON A SIMILAR OCCASION,

FOR THE YEAR 1789.

Virg.

-Placidaque ibi demrim morte quievit.
There calm at length he breath'd his soul away.

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O Most delightful hour by man

Experienc'd here below, “ The hour that terminates his span,

“ His folly, and his wo!

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Worlds should not bribe me back to tread

Again life's dreary waste,
To see again my day o'erspread

With all the gloomy past.

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My home henceforth is in the skies,
Earth, seas,

and sun adieu !
All Heav'n unfolded to my eyes,

I have no sight for you.”. VOL. II.

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So spake Aspasio, firm possess'd

Of faith's supporting rod,
Then breathed his soul into it's rest,

The bosom of bis God.

Ile was a man among the few

Sincere on virtue's side ; And all his strength from Scripture drew,

To hourly use applied.

Tbat rule he priz'd, by that he fear'd,

He hated, hop'd, and lov'd;
Nor ever frown'd, or sad appear'd,

But when his heart had rov'd.

For he was frail, as thou or 1,

And evil felt within.
But, wben he felt it, heav'd a sigh,

And loath'd the thought of sin.

Such liv'd Aspasio ; and at last

Call’d up from Earth to Heav'n, The gulf of death triumpbant pass'd,

By gales of blessing driv'n.

His joys be mine, each Reader cries,

When my last hour arrives :
They shall be yours, my Verse replies,

Such only be your lives.

ON A SIMILAR OCCASION,

FOR THE YEAR 1790.

Buchanan.

Ne commonentem recta sperne. Despise not my good counsel.

He who sits from day to day,

Where the prison'd lark is bung, Heedless of his loudest lay,

Hardly knows that he has sung,

Where the watehman in his round

Nightly lifts. his voice on high, Nöbe accustom!d to the sound,

the sooner for his cry:

terse-man I, and clerkis Yearly in mong proclaim Dench a handyourselves his mark

Ana Efie foes unerring aimarijos,

Duly at my time I come,

Publishing to all aloud
Soon the grave must be your 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 interr’d.

O then, ere the turf or tomb

Cover us from ev'ry eye,y' * Spirit of instruction come, :'': 'oro del

Make us learn, that we must die...

ON A SIMILAR OCCASION,

FOR THE YEAR 1792.

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

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

THANKLESS

HANKLESS 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 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?

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