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Awake, then thy Philander calls: awake!
Thou, who fhalt wake, when the creation fleeps ;
When, like a taper, all these funs expire;
When Time, like him of Gaza in his wrath,
Plucking the pillars that fupport the world,
In Nature's ample ruins lies intomb'd;
And Midnight, Universal Midnight! reigns.

END OF THE NIGHT-THOUGHTS.

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RESIGNATION.

IN TWO PARTS.

"My foul fhall be fatisfied even as it were with marrow "and fatnefs; when my mouth praifeth thee with "joyful lips."

PSALM lxiii. 6.

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ADVERTISEMENT.

THIS was not intended for the Public; there were many and strong reasons against it; and are fo ftill; but fome extracts of it, from the few copies which were given away, being got into the printed papers, it was thought neceffary to publish something, left a copy ftill more imperfect than this fhould fall into the press: and it is hoped, that this unwelcome occafion of publication may be some excufe for it.

As for the following ftanzas, God Almighty's infinite power, and marvellous goodness to man, is dwelt on, as the most just and cogent reason for our chearful and abfolute refignation to his will; nor are any of thofe topics declined, which have a just tendency to promote that fupreme virtue: fuch as the vanity of this life, the value of the next, the approach of death, &c..

RESIGNATION.

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PART I.

HE days how few, how fhort the
Of man's too rapid race,

Each leaving, as it fwiftly flies,

A fhorter in its place!

They who the longest lease enjoy,

Have told us with a figh,

That to be born feems little more,

Than to begin to die.

Numbers there are who feel this truth,
With fears alarm'd; and yet,
In life's delufions lull'd afleep,
This weighty truth forget:

And am not I to thefe akin?
Age flumbers o'er the quill;
Its honour blots, whate'er it writes;
And am I writing still?

Confcious of nature in decline,
And languor in my thoughts;
To foften cenfure, and abate
Its rigour on my faults;

Permit me, Madam! ere to You
The promis'd verfe I pay,

To touch on felt infirmity,

Sad fifter of decay.

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