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'Tis judgment shakes him; there's the fear,
That prompts the wish to stay:

He has incurred a long arrear,
And muft defpair to pay.

Pay!-follow Chrift, and all is paid;
His death your peace infures;
Think on the grave where he was laid,
And calm defcend 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 fentiment, that things facred be inviolate.

He lives who lives to God alone,
And all are dead befide;

For other fource 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 comprized,

Is falfely named, and no fuch thing,
But rather death disguised,

Can life in them deferve the name,

Who only live to prove

For what poor toys they can disclaim

An endless life above?

Who, much diseased, yet nothing feel;
Much menaced, nothing dread;

Have wounds, which only God can heal,
Yet never ask his aid?

Who deem his house an useless place,
Faith, want of common fenfe;

And ardour in the Chriftian race,
A hypocrite's pretence?

Who trample order; and the day,
Which God afferts his own,
Dishonour with unhallowed play,
And worship chance alone?

If fcorn of God's commands, impreffed
On word and deed, imply

The better part of man, unbleffed
With life that cannot die;

Such want it, and that want uncured
Till man refigns his breath,
Speaks him a criminal, affured
Of everlafting death.

Sad period to a pleasant courfe!

Yet fo will God repay

Sabbaths profaned without remorse,

And mercy caft away.

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Mr.. HAMILTON.

PAUSE here, and think: a monitory rhime.
Demands one moment of thy fleeting time.

Confult life's filent clock, thy bounding vein;
Seems it to fay-" Health here has long to reign?"
Haft thou the vigour of thy youth? an eye
That beams delight? an heart untaught to figh?
Yet fear. Youth, ofttimes healthful and at ease,
Anticipates a day it never fees;

And many a tomb, like HAMILTON's, aloud

Exclaims, "Prepare thee for an early shroud."

EPITAPH ON A HARE.

HERE lies, whom hound did ne'er pursue,

Nor fwifter greyhound follow, Whofe foot ne'er tainted morning dew, Nor e'er heard huntsman's hallo',

Old Tiney, furlieft of his kind,

Who, nurfed with tender care, And to domeftic bounds confined, Was ftill a wild Jack-hare.

Though duly from my hand he took

His pittance every night,

He did it with a jealous look,

And, when he could, would bite.

His diet was of wheaten bread

And milk, and oats, and ftraw;

Thiftles, or lettuces inftead,

With fand to fcour his maw.

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