ON A SIMILAR OCCASION, FOR THE YEAR 1789. Virg. -Placidaque ibi demrim morte quievit. “O Most delightful hour by man Experienc'd here below, “ The hour that terminates his span, “ His folly, and his wo! 66 Worlds should not bribe me back to tread Again life's dreary waste, With all the gloomy past. My home henceforth is in the skies, and sun adieu ! I have no sight for you.”. VOL. II. So spake Aspasio, firm possess'd Of faith's supporting rod, 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; But when his heart had rov'd. For he was frail, as thou or 1, And evil felt within. 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 : 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 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, Virg. 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, To ages, if he might. To in a world of pain, |
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