And ev'ry time has added proofs, That Man was made to mourn. IV. O Man! while in thy early years, Mif-spending all thy precious hours, Thy glorious youthful prime ! Alternate Follies take the fway; Licentious Paffions burn; Which tenfold force gives Nature's law, ས. Look not alone on youthful Prime, Or Manhood's active might; Man then is useful to his kind, Supported is his right. But But fee him on the edge of life, With cares and Sorrows worn, Then Age and Want, Oh! ill-match'd pair! Show Man was made to mourn. VI. A few feem favourites of Fate, In Pleasure's lap careft; Yet, think not all the Rich and Great Are likewife truly bleft. But, Oh! what crowds in ev'ry land, Thro' weary life this leffon learn, That man was made to mourn. VII. Many and sharp the num'rous ills Inwoven with our frame ! More More pointed ftill we make ourselves, And Man, whose heav'n-erected face The fmiles of love adorn, Man's inhumanity to Man Makes countless thousands mourn! VIII. See yonder poor, o'erlabour'd wight, Who begs a brother of the earth To give him leave to toil; IX. If I'm defign'd yon lordling's flave, By Nature's law defign'd, Why Why was an independent with E'er planted in my mind? If not, why am I fubject to Or why has Man the will and pow'r To make his fellow mourn? X. Yet, let not this too much, my Son, The poor, oppreffed, honeft man Had never, fure, been born, Had there not been fome recompenfe To comfort thofe that mourn! XI. O Death! the poor man's dearest friend, The kindeft and the beft! Welcome |