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Yet still they breathe destruction, still go on | Into his Maker's presence, throwing back Inhumanly ingenious to find out

With insolent disdain his choicest gift? New pains for life, new terrors for the grave, Live then, while Heav'n in pity lends thee lise, Artificers of Death! Still Monarchs dream And think it all too short to wash away, Of universal empire growing up

By penitential tears and deep contrition, From universal ruin. Blast the design The scarlet of thy crimes. So shalt thou find Great God of Hosts, nor let thy creatures fall Rest to thy soul; so unappallid shall meet Unpitied victims at Ambition's shrine! Death when he comes, not wantonly invite

Yet say, should Tyrants learn at last to feel, His ling'ring stroke. Be it thy sole concern And the loud din of battle cease to bray; With innocence to live. with patience wait Should dove-eyed Peace o'er all the earth extend Th'appointed hour; too soon that hour will come, Hler olive-branch, and give the world repose, Tho'Nature run her course. But Nature's God, Would Death be foild? Would health, and Ii need require, by thousand various ways, strength, and youth

Without thy aid can shorten that short span, Defy his pow'r. Has he no arts in store, And quench the lampoflife. O when he comes, No other shafis save those of War? Alas! Rous'd by the cry of wickedness extreme, Ev'nin the sınile of Peace, that smile which sheds To heav'n ascending from some guilty lanıl, A heav'aly sunshine o'er the soul, there basks Now ripe for vengeance; when he comes array'd That serpent Luxury: War its thousand slays ; In all the terrors of Almighty wrath, Peace its ten thousands. In ili embattled plain, Forth from his bosom plucks his ding ring arm, Tho' Death exults, and claps his raven wings, And on the miscreants pours destruction down; Yet reigns he not ev'n there so absolute, Who can abide his coming? Who can bear So merciless, as in yon frantic scenes

His whole displeasure? In no coinmon form Of midnight revel and tumultuous mirth, Death then appears, but starting into size Where in th' intoxicating dranght concealel, Enormous, measures with gigantic stride Or couch'd beneath the glance of lawless love, Th'astonish'd Earth, and from his looks throws Hesnaresthesimpleyouth,whonoughtsuspecting, Unutterable horror and dismay. [round, Jeans to be blest but finds himself undone. All Nature lends her aid, each Element

Downthesmoothstreamof lifethestriplingdarts, Arms in his cause. Opefly the doors of Heav'n ; Gay as the morn; bright glows the vernal sky," The fountains of the deep their barriers break, Hope swells his sails,and passion steers his course, above, below, the rival torrents pour, Sale glides his little bark along the shore And drown Creation : or in Aloods of fire Where virtue takes her stand; but if too far Descends a livid cataract, and consumes [peace, He launches forth beyond discretion's mark, An impious race.

Sometimes, when all seems Sudden the tempest scowls, the surges roar, Wakesthegrimwhirlwind,andivithrudeembrace Blot his fair day, and plunge him in the deep, Seeps nations to their grase, or in the deep


Whelins the prond wooden world; full many a To lie like gallant Llowe 'midst Indian wilds Floats on his wat'ry bier, or lies unwept (youih A breathless corse, cut off by savage bands On some sad desart shore! At dead of night, In earliest prime, a generous sacrifice

In sullen silence stalks forth Pestilence : To freedom's holy cause; than so to fall, Contagion close behind taints all her steps Torn in mature from life's meridian joys, With pois’nous dew; no siniting hand is seen, A prey to Vice, Intemp'rance, and Disease. No sound is heird, but soon her secret path

Yet die er'n thus, thus rather perish still, Is mark'd with desolation ; heaps on heaps Ye sons of Pleasure, hy th’ Almighy strick'n, Promiscuons drop. No friend, no refuge, near; Than ever dare (though oft, alas! ye dare) All, all, is false and treacherous around; To lift against yourselves the murd'rous sieel, All thatthey touch, or taste, or breathie, is Death. To wrest from God's own hand the sword of Butah! what means that ruinous roari why fail Justice,

These toti'ring feet? Earth to its centre feels And be your own avengers! Ho!d, rash Man, The Godhead's power,and tremblingat his touch Though with anticipating speed thou 'strang' Through all its pillars, and in ev'ry pore, Through every region of delight, nor left Hurls to the ground, with one convulsive heave, One joy to gild the evening of thy days ; Precipitating domes, and towns, and tow'rs, Though life seem one uncomfortable' void, 'The work of ages. Crush'd beneath the weight Guilt at thy heels, before thy face despair; Of general devastation, millions find Yet gay this scene, and light this load of woe, One common grave; not ev'n a widow left Compar'd with thy hereafter. Think, O think, To wail her sons: the house, that should protect, And, ere thou plunge into the vast abyss, Entombs his master; and the faithless plain, Pause on the verge a while: look down and see if there he flics for help, with sudden yawn Thy future mansion. Why that start of horror? Starts from beneath him. Shield me, gracious From tby slack hand why drops th’uplifted steel?

Heav'n, Didst thou not think such vengeance must await o snatch me from destruction! If this Globe, The wretch, that with his crimes all fresh about This solid Globe, which thine own hand hain Rushes irreverent, unprepard, uncall'd, [him So firm and sure, if this my steps betray; (made



If myown mother Earth, from whence Isprung, Athwart the gloom profound! The sickly
Rise up with rage unnatural to devour By glimm'ring thro'ihy low-brow'd mistyr
Her wretched olispring, whither shall I fy? Furr'd round with mouldydamps, and ropy s.
Where look for succour? Where, but up to thee, Lets tall a supernumerary horror,
Almighty Father? Save, O save, thy suppliant And only serves to make thy night more irks
From hórrors such as these! At thy good tiine Well do I know thee by thy trusty yew,
Letdeath approach; I reck not-letnimbutcome Cheerless, unsocial plant! That loves to da
In genuine form, not with thy venrcance arm’d, Midst sculls and coftins, epitaphs and wor!
Too much for man to bear. O rather lend Where light-heel'd ghosts and visionary shad
Thy kindly aid to mitigaie liis stroke; Beneath the wan cold moon (as fame reports
And at that hour when allaghast I stand Ein bodied thick, perform their mystic round
(A trembling candidate for thy compassion) No other merriment, dull tree! is thine.
On this world's brink, and look into the next; See yonder hallow'd fane! the pious work
When my soul, starting from the dark unknown, Of names once fam'd, now dubious or forgot
Casts back a wishful look, and fondly clings And buried'midst thewreck of things which we
To her frail prop, unwilling to be wrenchi’d There lie interr'd the more illustrious dead.
From this fair scene, from all her custom'd joys, The wind is up: Hark! how it howls! Methin
And all the lovely relatives of life;

Till now, I never heard a sound so dreary: [bir
Then shed thy comforts o'er me, then put on Doors creak, and windows clap, and night's for
The gentlest of thy looks. Let no dark crimes, Rook'd in thespire screams loud; the gloomyaisle
In all their hideous forms then starting up, Black plaster'd), and hung round with shreds o
Plant themselves round my couch in grim array, 'scutcheons,
And stab my bleeding heart with two-edy'd And tatter'd coats of arms, send back the sound

Laden with heavier airs, from the low vaults, Sense of past guilt, and dread of future woc. The mansions of the dead. Rous'd from their Far be the ghastly crew! And in their stead In grim array the grisly spectres rise, [slumbers, Let cheerful Memory from her purest cells Grin horrible, and obstinately sullen Lead forth a goodly train of Virtues fair, Pass and repass, hush'd as the foot of night. Cherish'd in earliest youth, now paying back Again! thescreech-owlshrieks: ungracioussound! With tenfold usury the pious care,

l'll hear no more; it makes one's blood run chill! And pouring o'er my wounds the heav'nly balm Quite round the pile, a row of rev'rend elms, Of conscious innocence. But chiefly, Thou, Coæval near with that, all ragged shew, [down Whem soft-eyed Pity once led down from Heav'n Long-lash'd by the rude winds : some rist half To bleed for man, to teach him how to live, Their branchless trunks; others so thin a-lop, And, oh! still harder lesson! how to die; That scarce two crows could lodge in the same Disdain not Thou to smooth the restless bed


[pen'd here: Of Sickness and of Pain. Forgive the tear Strange things, the neighbour's say, have hapThat feeble Nature drops, calm all her fears, Wild shrieks have issued from the hollow tombs; Wake all her hopes, and animate her faith, Dead men have come again, and walk'd abont; Till my rapt soul, anticipating Heav'n, And thegreat bell has toll’d, unrung, untouch'd. Bursts from the thraldom of incumb'ring clay, Such tales their cheer, at wake or gossipping. And on the wing of Ecstasy upborne,

When it draws near to witching time of night. Springs into Liberty, and Light, and Life. Oft in the lone church-yard at night I've seen,

By glimpse of moon-shine, cheq'ring thro' the

trees, $39. The Grave. Blair,

The school-boy, with his satchel in his hand, « The house appointed for all living." JOB.

Whistling aloud to bear his courage up, Whilst some affect the sun, and some the And lightly tripping o'er the long tlat stones shade,

(With nettles skirted, and with moss o'ergrown)
Some flee the city, some the hermitage, That tell in homely phrase who lie below;
Their aims as various as the roads they take Sudden he starts! and hears, or thinks he hears,
In journeying through life; the task be mine The sound of something purring at his heels,
To paint the gloomy horrors of the toml; Full fast heflies, and dares not look behind him,
Th'appointed place of rendezvous, where all Till out of breath he overtakes bis fellows;
These travellers meet. Thy succours I implore, Who gather round, and wonder at the tale
Eternal King, whose potent arm sustains Of horrid apparition, tall and ghastly,
The keys of hell and death. The Grave, dread That walks at dead of night, or takes his stand

O'ersome new-open'd grave; and, strange to tell!
Men shiver when thou’rt nam'd: Nature appallid Evanishes at crowing of the cock,
Shakes off her wonted firmness. Ah! how dark The new-made widow tool'vesometimesspiel,
Thy long-extended realms, and rueful wastes; Sad sight! slow moving o'er the prostrate dead:
Where nought but silence reigns, and night, dark Listless, she cawls along in doleful black,
Dark as was Chaos ere the infant Sun [night, While bursts of sorrow gush from either eye,
Wes rollid together, or had tried its beams Fast-falling down her now untasted cheek.


Prone on the lonely grave of the dear man That throbs beneath the sacrificer's knife : She drops, whilst busy meddling Memory,

Mute must thou bear the strife of little tongues, la barbarous succession, musters up

And coward insults of the base-born crowd,
The past endearments of their softer hours, That grudge a privilege thou never haust,
Tenacious of its theme. Suill, still she thinks But only hoped for in the peaceful graie,
She sees him, and, indulging the fond thought, of heing unmolested and alone.
Clings yet more closely to the senscless turf, Araby's zums, and odoriferous drugs,
Nor heeds the passenger who looks that way. And honors by the heralds duly paid

Invidious Grave! how dost thou rend in sunder In mode and form, ev'n to a very scruple;
Whom love has knit, and sympathy made one! O cruel irony! these come too late;
A tie more stubborn far than nature's band. Andonly mock whom they were meant to honor.
Friendship! mysterious cement of the soul ! Surely, there's not a dungeon-slave that's buried
Siveet'ner of life, and solder of society! In the high-way unshrouded and uncoffin'd,
I owe thee much. Thou hast deserv'd from me, But lies as soft, and sleeps as sound as he.
Far, far beyond what I can ever pay.

Sorry pre-eminence of high descent
Oit have I prov'd the labours of ihy love, Above the vulzar born, to rot in state! [on,
And the warm efforts of the gentle heart But see! the well-plum'd hearse comes nodding
Anxious to please. O! when iny friend and I Stately and slow; and properly attended
In some thick wood have wanderd heedless on, By the whole sable tribe, that painful watch
Hid from the vulgar eye, and set us down The sick man's door, and live upon

the dead, Upon the sloping cowslip-cover'd bank, By letting out their persons by the hour T'here the pure limpid siream has slid along. To mirnic sorrow when the heart's not sad ! In grateful errors tho' the underwood [thrieh How rich the trappings, now they're all unfurled Sweet murm'ring; methought, the shrill-tongned And glitl’ring in the sun! triumphant entries Mended his song of love; the sooty blackbird Of conquerors, and coronation pomps, Mellow'd his pipe, and soften’d ev'ry note; In glory scarce exceed. Great gluts of people The eglantine smelld sweeter, and the rose Retard the unwieldy slow; whilst from the Assum'da dve more deep; whilst ev'ry flow'r

casements, Vied with his fellow-plant in luxury

And housetops, ranks behind ranks close veded Of dress. Oh! then ihe longest summer's day Hang bellying o'er. But tell us, why this wasic? Seem'd100, too much in haste; still the full heart Why this ado in earthing up a carcase Had not imparted half: 'twas happiness Thai's fallen into disgrace, and in the nostril Too exquisite to last. Of joys departed, Smells horrible? Ye undertakers ! tell us, Not to return, how painful the remembrance ! Midst all the gorgeous figures you exhibit, ?Dull Grave! thou spoil'st the dance of youth- Why is the principal conceald, for which ful blood,

You make this mighty stir? 'Tis wisely done: Serik'st out the dimple from the clieck of mirth, What would offend the eye in a good picture, And ev'ry smirking feature from the face; The Painter casts discrecily into shades. Branding our laughter with the nameofmadness. Proud lineage, now how little thou appear'st! Where are the jesters now? the nian of health Below the enry of the private man! Complexionally pleasant? where the droll ? Honor, that meddlesome officious ill, Whose ev'ry look aud jesture was a joke

Pursues thee c'en to death, nor there

stops short. To clapping theatres and shouting crowds, Strange persecution! when the grave itself And made ev'n thick-lipp'd musing Melancholy is no protection from rude suferance. To gather up her face into a smile

Absurd! 10 think to over-reach the grave! Before she was aware?(Ah! sullen now, And from the wreck of names to rescue ours! And dumbas the green tart that covers them! The best concerted schemes men lay for fame

Where are the mighty thunderbolts of war?' Die fast away: only theinselves die faster.
The Roman Cæsars and the Grecian chiefs, The far-fam'd sculptor, and the laurel bard,
The boast of story? Wherethe hot-brain'd youth? Those bold insurers of cierral fame,
Who the tiara at his pleasure tore

Supply their little feelvle aids in rairi,
From kings of all the then discover'd globe ; The tap'ring pyramid, th' Egyptian's pride,
And cried, forsooth, because his arm was hain. And wonder of the world! whose spike cop
And hard not roomenouglı todo its work? [perd, Has wounded the thick cloud, and long ouilivid
Alas! how slim, dishonorably slim!

The angry shaking of the winter's storm; And crammid into a space we blush to name. Yet spent at last by th' injuries of heav'ni, Proud royalty! how alter'd in thy looks! Shatter'd with age, and furrow'd o'er willı years, How blank thy features, and how wan thy hue! The mystic cone with hieroglyphics crusted, Son of the morning! whither art thou gone? Gives way. O lamentable sigh:! at once Where hast thou hid thy many-spangled head, The labour of whole ages lumbers down ; And the majestic menace of thine eyes A hideous and mis-shapen length of ruins. Felt from afar? Pliant and powerless now Sepulchral columns wrestle but in rain Like new-born infant bound up in his swathes, With all-subduing Time; her cank'ring hand Or victim tumbled flat upon his back. With calm deliberate malice wasleth thicm :



Worn on the edge of days, the brass consumes, Like a hard hunterl beast. How his great he 'The busto moulders, and the deep-cut marble, Beats thick! his roomy chest by far too scani Unsteady to the steel, gives up its charge. To give ibelungs full pli ! what now avail Ambition, half convicted of her foily, The strong-built sinewy limbs, and well-spre Hangs down the head, and residens at the tale. shoulders!

Here all the mighty troublers of the earılı, See how he tugs for life, and lays about him, Who swam to sov'reign rule thro' seas of blood; Vad with liis pain! eager he catches hold Th'oppressive; sturdy, man-destroying villains, of what comes next to hand, and grasps it har Who rava; d kingdoms, and laid empires waste, Just like a creature drowning! hideoin sight! And in a cruel wantonness of pow'r,

Oh! how his eyes stand out and stare fullgbasti: Thinn'd states of hall their people, and gave up Whilst tlie distemper's rank and deadly venom To want thc rest; now, likea storm thai's spent, Shoots like a burning arrow cross his bowels, Liehush'd, and meanly onek behind thy covert

. Andorintis his marrosv op. Ileard you that groan? Vain thought to hide them from the genral scorn It was his last. See how the great Goliathi, That haunts and dogs them like an injur'd ghost Just like:chillibazlırawliditselfto rest, [boaster! Implacable. Here ton, the petty tyrant, Lies still. What menu'st thou then, o mighty Whose scaut domains geographer vie'er notic'd, Tovaantofnerves ofihine! What means the bull

, And, well for neighb'ring grounds, of arm as Unconcious of his strength, to play the cowari, Who fix'd his iron talons on the poor, [short, And fiee before a feeble thing like man ; And grip'd then like some lordly beast of prey, That, knowing well the slackness of his arm, Dear to the forcetul cries of gnawing hunger, Trusts only in ihe well-invented knife ! And piteous plaintive voice of misery

With study pale, and midnight vigils spent, (As it a slave was not a shred of nature, The star-surveying sage close to his Of the same common nature as his lord); Applies the sight-invigorating tube; Now tameand humble,likea childthat'swhipp'd, and trav’lling thro'the boundless length of space, Shakes hands with dust, and calls the worm his Marks well the courses of the far-seen orbs, kinsman;

That roll with rezular confusion there, Nor pleads his rank and birthright. Underground In ecstasy of thought. But ah! proud man! Precedency 's a jest; vassal and lord,

Great heights are hazardous to the weak head! Grossly familiar, side by side consume. Soox1, very soon, thy tirmest footing fails; [place,

When self-esteem, or others adulation, And down thou dropp'st into that darksome Wouldcunningly persoade us we were something where nor device nor knowledge ever came. Above the common level of our kind; [Aati’ry, Here the tongue-warrior lies! disabled now, The Grave gainsays the smooth complexiou'd Disarmd, clishonor'd, like a wretch that's gagg'd, And with blunt trúth acquaints us what we are. And cannot tell his ail to passers-by, [change?

Beaviy.! thou pretty plaything! dear deceit! Great man of language, whence this mighty
That steals so sofily o'er the stripling's heart, This dumb despair, and drooping of the head?
And gives it a new pulse unknown before ! Though strong persuasion hung upon thy lip,
The grave discredits thee: thy charms expung'd, And sly insinuation's softer arts
Thy roses faded, and thy lilies soil'd,

In ambush lay about thy flowing tongue :
What hast thou more to boast of? Will thy lovers Alas! how chop-fall'n now! thick mists and
Flock round thee now,togazeanddothee homage? Rest, like a weary cloud, upon thy breast (silence
Methinks I see thee with thy head low-laid; Uncertsing. Ah! where is the lifted arm,
Whilst surfeited upon thy damask cheek, The strength of action, and the force of words,
The high-fed worm in lazy volumes rollid, The well-turn’d period, and the well-tuu'd voice,
Riots unscar'd. For this was all thy caution! With all the lesser ornaments of phrase ?
For this thy painful labours at thy glass, Ah! Aed for ever, as they ne'er had been!
Timprove those charms,aul keep them in repair, Raz'd from the book offame, or, more provoking,
Forwhichthespoiler thanksthee not? Foulfeeder! Perhaps some hackney, hunger-bitten scribbler
Coarse fare and carrion please thee full as well, Insults thy memory, and blots thy tomb
And leave as keen a relish on the sense. With long Alat narratives, or duller rhimes
Look how the fair one weeps! the conscious tears With heavy halting pace that drawl along;
Stand thick as dew-drops on the bells of Pow'rs: Enough to 'rouse a dead man into rage,
Honest effusion! the swoln heart in vain And warm with red resentment the wan check.
Works hard to put a gloss on its distress. llere the great masters of the healing art,

Strength too! thou surly, and less gentle boast These mighiy mock defrauders of the tomb!
Of those that laugh loud at the village ring! Spite of their julaps and catholions,
A fit of common sickness pulls thee down, Resign to fate. Proud /Esculapius' son,
With greaterease thane'er thou didst the stripling Where are thy boasted implements of art,
That rashly dar'd thee to th' unequal fight. And all thy well-cramı'd magazines of health?
What groan was that I heard? deep groanindeed! Nor hill, nor rale, as far as ship could go,
With anguish heavy laden! let nie trace it ; Nor margin of the gravel-bottom'd brook,
From yon der bed it comes, where the strong man Escap'd thy rifing hands: from stubborn shrubs
By strong-rarm belabour'd, gasps for breath Thou wrung'st their shy retiring virtues out,


And vex'd them in the fire nor fly, nor insect, By stealing out of being when he pleas'd,
Nor writhy snake, escap'd thy deep researche And by what way; whether by hemp or steel :
But why this apparatus why this cost? Death's thousand doors stand open. Who could
Tell us thou doughty keeper from the grave! The ill-pleas'd guest to sit outhis full time, [force
Where are thy recipes and cordials now, Or blame him if he goes? Sure! he does well
With the long list of vouchers for thy cures ? That helps hiinself as timely as he can,
Alas! thou speakest not. The bold impostor When able. But if there is an hereafter,
Looks not more silly when the cheat's found out. And that there is, conscience uninfluenc'd,

Here, the lank-sided miser, worst of felons ! And sufler'd to speak out, tells ev'ry man,
Who meanly stole, discreditable shift! Then must it be an awful thing to die ;
From back and belly too, their proper cheer ; More horrid yet to die by one's own hand.
E s'd of a tax it irk'd the wretch to pay Self-unurder: name it not ; our island's shame,
To his own carcase, now lies cheaply Jody'd, That makes her the reproach of neighb'ring states,
By clam'rous appetites no longer teas d, Shall nature, swerving from her earliest dictate,
Nor tedious bills of charges and repairs. Self-preservation, fall by her own act?
But, ah! where are his rents, his comings in?

Forbid it, Hear'n! let not upon disgust, Ay! now you've made the rich man poor indeed: The shameless hand be foully crimson'd o'er Robbid of his gods, what has he left behind ? With blood of its own lord. Dreadful attempt ! O cursed lust of gold! when for thy sake Just reeking from self-slaughter, in a rage The fool throws up his int'rest in both worlds, To rush into the presence of our Judge! First starv din this, then damn’d in that to come. As if we challeng'd him to do his worst,

How shocking must thy summons be,ODeath! And matter'd nothis wrath. Unheard of tortures To him that is at ease in his possessions ;

Must be reserv'd for such ; these herd together; Who, counting on long years of pleasure here. The coinmon damn'd shun their society, Is quite unfurnish'd for that world to come! And look upon themselves as fiends less foul. In that dread moment, how the frantic soul Our time is fixid; and all our days are number'd; Rares round the walls of her clay tenement, How long, how short, we know not: thisweknow, Runs to each avenue, and shrieks for help, Duty requires we calmly wait the summons, But shrieks ir vain! how wishfully she looks

Nor dare to stir till Heav'n shall give permission. On all she's leaving, now no longer her’s ! Like sentries that must keep their destin'd stand, A little longer, yet a little longer,

And wait th' appointed hour, till they're reliev'd. O might she stay to wash away her stains, Those only are the brave who keep their ground, And fit her for her passage! mournful sight! And keep it to the last. To run away Her very eyes weep blood; and every groan

Is but a coward's trick : to run away She heaves is big with horror : but the foe,

From this world's ills, that at the very worst Like a staunch murd'rer steady to his purpose, Will soon blow o'er, thinking to mend ourselves Pursues her close through ev'ry lane of life,

By bolaly vent'ring on a world unknown, Nur misses once the track, but presses on ;

And plunging headlong in the dark; 'tis inad : Till, forc'd at last to the tremendous verge,

Wo frenzy

half so desperate as this. At once she sinks to everlasting ruin.

dead! will none of you in pity Sure, 'uis a serious thing to die! ny soul ! To those you left behind disclose the secret? What a strange moment must it be, when near O! that some courteous ghost would blab it out, Thy journey's end thou hast the gulf in view! What 'tis you are, and we must shortly be. That awful gulf no mortal e'er repass d

I've heard that souls departed have sometimes To tell what's doing on the other side!

Forewarn'd men of their

death : 'twas kindly done Nature rans back, and shuddersat the sight, [ing? To knock and give th' alarm. But what means And ev'ry life-string bleeds at thoughts of part- This stinted charity 'tis but lame kindness For part they must: body and soul must part; That doesits work by halves. Why might you not Fond couple? link'd more close than wedded pair. Tell us what 'tis to die? Do the strict laws This wings its way to its Almighty Source,

Of your society forbid your speaking The witness of its actions, now its judge ;

Upon a point so nice ? I'll ask no more ; That drops into the dark and noisoine

Sullen like lamps in sepulchres, your shine

grave, Like a disabled pitcher, of no use.

Enlightens but yourselves: well —’U18 no matter: If death was nothing, and nought after death; A very little time will clear up all, If, when men died, at once they ceas d to be,

And make us learn'd as you are, and as close.) Returning to the barren womb of nothing, [chce

Death's shafis fly thick! Here falls the village Whence first they sprung; then might the debau- swain,

[round, Untremblinginouth the heav'ns; then might the And there his pamper'd lord! The cup goes drunkard

And who so artful as to put it by ? Reel over his full bowl, and when 'tis drain'd 'Tis long since death had the majority; Fill up another to the brim, and laugh (wretch Yet, strange! the living lay it not to heart

. 4: the poor bug-bear Death; then might the See yonder maker of the dead man's bed, That's weary of the world, and tir'd of life, The sexton, hoary-headed chronicle ! At once give each inquietude the slip, Ofhard unmeaning face, down which ne'er stole

A gentle

Tell us, ye

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