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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 grave where he was laid,
And calm descend to yours.

ON A SIMILAR OCCASION,

FOR THE YEAR 1793.

De sacris autem hæc sit 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, impress'd 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.

Sad period to a pleasant course!

Yet so will God repay

Sabbaths profan'd without remorse,

And mercy cast away.

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FOR THE TOMB OF MR. HAMILTON.

PAUSE

AUSE here, and think: a monitory rhime 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."

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