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Then, Death! I'd hail thee monarch! and thy shrine Should hear my vows, and bear my proffer'd bribes,
To win the light of heaven
One moment to my gaze!
Never, with ruthless might,
But since Religion's clear prevailing voice,
That Heaven has Death ordain'd
Bring flowers, bring essence from the living rose, And strew around the sickly couch of Death,
From whence the spirit bounds
On her immortal wings.
The shadowing veil is rent,
Time's fleeting structure falls.
Start into light and form,
P. M. JAMES,
Oh! for Elijah's car, to wing my way
burns, O’er shrouds, and sable palls, and mouldering urns; While flowing stoles, black plumes, and scutcheons
spread An idle pomp around the silent dead : Unawed by power, in common heap she flings The scrips of beggars, and the crowns of kings: Here gales of sighs, instead of breezes, blow, And streams of tears for ever murmuring flow: , The mournful yew with solemn horror waves His baleful branches, saddening e'en the graves : Around all birds obscene loud-screaming fly, Clang their black wings, and shriek along the sky: The ground perverse, though bare and barren,
breeds All poisons, foes to life, and noxious weeds;
But, blasted frequent by the' unwholesome sky, Dead fall the birds, the very poisons die.
Full in the entrance of the dreadful doors, Old age, half vanish'd to a ghost, deplores : Propp'd on his crutch, he drags with many a groan The load of life, yet dreads to lay it down.
There, downward driving an unnumber'd band, Intemperance and Disease walk hand in hand : These Torment, whirling with remorseless sway A scourge of iron, lashes on the way.
There frantic Anger, prone to wild extremes, Grasps an ensanguined sword, and Heaven blas
phemes. There heart-sick Agony distorted stands, Writhes his convulsive limbs, and wrings his hands. There Sorrow droops his ever pensive head, And Care still tosses on his iron bed: Or, musing, fastens on the ground his eye With folded arms: with every breath a sigh. Hydrops unwieldy wallows in a flood; And Murder rages, red with human blood, With Fever, Famine, and afflictive Pain, Plague, Pestilence, and War, a dismal train! These and a thousand more the fiend surround, Shrieks pierce the air,and groans to groans resound. O heavens! is this the passage to the skies That man must tread, when man your favourite dies ? Oh! for Elijah's car, to wing my way O'er the dark gulf of Death to endless day!
Confounded at the sight, my spirits fled, My eyes rain'd tears, my very heart was dead! I wail'd the lot of man, that all would shun, And all must bear that breathe beneath the sun.
When lo! a heavenly form, divinely fair, Shoots from the starry vault through fields of air;
And swifter than on wings of lightning driven,
• Vain man! wouldst thou escape the common
He added not, but spread his wings in flight, And vanish'd instant in a blaze of light,
Abash’d, ashamed, I cry, · Eternal Power! I yield! I wait, resign'd, the appointed hour! Man, foolish man, no more thy soul deceive; To die is but the surest way to live! When age we ask, we ask it in our wrong, And pray our time of suffering may be long;
The nauseous draught, and dregs of life to drain
As some fond boy, in sport, along the shore