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We are suas our suns, as made for sport; New-wing thy sort,short day's too rapid flight? de protule our time: we breathe, not live; Man flies from time, and time from man: too 40 bozarling, man, to live ordain'd, In fad divorce this double flight must end; [soon

19. opprelies with enormous weight. And then, where are we? where, Lorenzo! then, ***T* tice time was given for use,not waite, Thy sports? thy pomp?-I grant thee, in a state 23.Augby, with tempelt, tide, and stars, Not unambitious; in the ruthed throud, skerp his ipeed, nor ever wait for man: Thy Parian tomb’s triumphant archi beneath,

*****as deom'd a pleafure ; waite, a pain, Has death his fopperies ? then well may life 3729 night teel bis error, it'unseen; Put on her plume, and in her rainbow shine. net 52.21, Xy to labour for his cure. [lign’d;

233 are comforts; tuch by heav'n deanone, mult make them, or be wretch

§ 192. False Delicacy. sployments; and without employ[ed. Ye well-array'd! ye lilies of our land! te cn a rack. the rack of reft;

Ye lilies male! who neither toil, nor spin; rout adverte; action all their joy.

Ye delicate! who nothing can support, For in, the riddle, mark d above, untolds; Yourselves most insupportable! for whom Extras torment,when man turns a fool. The winter roje muit blow, and tilky foft 22, a wrestle with great nature's plan; And other worlds fend odours, fauce, and song,

Favonius breathe itill Tofter, or be chid; the Deity; and "tis decreed, want bis will, thall contradict their own.

And robes, and notions, fram'd in foreign 7202" enatural quarrel with ourselves;

Oye who deem one moment unamus'd, [looms ! seg at enmity; our bosom-broil.

A misery, say, dreamers of gay dreams! e from us ; and we wish him back; How will you weather an eternal night, paklong, and thort; death seek, and Where suchexpedients fail? where wit's a fool;

** days of vanity! while here, (shun. Mirth mourns; dreams vanith; laughter links L' and how terrible, when gone!

in tears. mu'ergo; when past, they haunt us atz'ks of ev'ry Day deceas'd, [still;

$ 193. Conscience. * 23 19 21. gel; or a fury frowns. O TREACHEROUS conscience! while she seems *** com isfe deligh:3 us. If time past, to sleep,

buth pain us, what can please? On rose and myrtle, lull'd with syren song ; 21 Jobe Deity to please ordaind, While the seems, nodding o'er her charge, to Tel. Tte man who consecrates his hours on headlong appetite the flackend rein, (drop 1-3ešot, and an honest aim, The fly intoriner minutes every fault,

4745 the ting of life and death: And her dread diary with horror fills: krvi nature; and her paths are peace. Not the gross act alone employs her pen:

Quse, and cure, are seen : see next She dawning purposes of heart explores, Tanescigin, importance, speed. Unnoted, notes each moment mitapply'd; ha Cain from urging his career. In leaves more durable than leaves of brass Varize, as nothing: Nothing else

Writes our whole history; which death ihall what wonders can he do?

In every pale delinquent's privare ear; [read * and blank neuter he disdains.

And judgment publish: publish to more worlds *****e terms was time (heaven's stran- Than this: and endless age in groans resound. Durant embassy to man. [ger!) sent And think'stthou still thou canit bewise toofoon?

d fre, on emanation bent :3 zature, arising in his might, sation (for then time was born)

§ 194. Man's Supineness. 38% *tims, from the great days of -Beaning thro'a thousand worlds: Time flies, death urges, knells call, heaven

invites,

Hell threatens; all exerts ; in effort, all; #435ff; and caft beneath the skies; More than creation labours! Labours more? man watch him in his new abodė, And is there in creation, what, amidst

motions by revolving spheres:. This tumult universal, wing'd dispatch, Bei den and monthis, and years, his chil. And ardent energy, fupinely yawns!--[fate,

Man sleeps; and man alone; and man, whole swings, around him, as he flies: Fate irreversible, entire, extreme, guip · Bequal plumes, they thape Endless, bair-hung, breeze-shaken, o'er the ons, swift as darted flame, A moment trembles ; drops ! man, the fole cause

mil, to reach his antient reit, of this surrounding storm! and yet he sleeps, ainete.nity his fire; [hing'd As the storm rock'd to rest.-Throw years away? This, that count his circles row, un- Throw empires, and beblamelets! moments seize,

lignal founding) headlong ruth Heaven's on their wing: a moment we may wish Yesaghe, and chaos, whence they rose. When worlds want wealth to buy. Bid day itend **ipeedy? why with levities Bid him drive back his car, recall, retake [itlil,

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Fate's hasty prey; implore him, re-import A moment, and the world's blown up to: The period past; re-give the given hour! The sun is darkness, and the stars are dutt. Lorenzo--O for yesterday to come!

Such is the language of the man awake; § 197. Vanity of Human Enjoyments, tau And is his ardour vain? Lorenzo ! no:

by Experience. To-day is yesterday return'd; return'd

'Tis greatly wise to talk with our past hou Full power'd to cancel, expiate, raise, adorn,

And alk them, what report they bort And reinitate us on the rock of peace.

heaven;

(1 Let it not share its predecessor's fate ; And how they might have borne more we! Nor, like its elder filters, die a fool.

Their answers form what men experience Shall we be poorer for the plenty pour'd?

If Wisdom's friend, her best: if not, worst More wretched for the clemencies of heaven?

O reconcile them! kind Experience cries,

“There'snothinghere, butwhatasnothingwe $195. The Depravity of Man.

The more our joy, the more we know it vi Where shall I find him? angels, tell me And by success are tutor’d to despair.” where!

Nor is it only thus, but must be lo: You know him; he is near you: point him out; Who knows not this, tho' grey, is still a' Shall I see glories bearning from his brow? Loose then from earth the grasp of fond de Or trace his footsteps by the rising flow'rs ? Weigh anchor, and some happier clime ex} Your golden wings, now hov'ring o'er him Ihed Protection; now, are waving in applause

§ 198. Death unavoidable. To that blest son of forelight! lord of fate!

SINCE by life's passing breath, blown up That awful independant on To-morrow!

earth, Whose work is done; who triumphs in the past; Light as the summer's dust, we take in ai Whose yesterdays look backwards with a smile; A moment's giddy flight; and fall again; Nor, like the Parthian, wound him as they fly. Join the dull mass, increase the trodden tó If not by guilt, they wound us by their flight, And Neep till earth herfelt thall be no mor If folly bounds our prospect by the grave : Since then (as emmets their small world All feeling of futurity benumb’d!

thrown) All relish of realties expir'd:

We, sore amaz’d, from out eartli's ruin cri Renounc'd all correspondence with the skies; And rise to fate extreme, of foul or fair, Embruted every faculty divine;

As man's own choice, controuler of the 1 Heart-buried in the rubbish of the world :

As man's despotic will, this hour, decrees The world, that gulph of souls, immortal fouls, should not each warning give a strong ala Souls elevate, angelic, wing'd with fire

Warning, far less than that of bosom torn To reach the distant skies, and triumph there From bolom, bleeding o'er the facred dea On thrones, which shall not mourn their masters should not each dial itrike us as we pals, changd,

Portentous, as the written wall, which stri Tho' we from earth; ethereal, they that fell. O'er midniglit bowls, the proud Allyrian Such veneration due, O man, to man ! Like that, the dial speaks; and points to

“O man, thy kingdom is departing from § 196. Iuftability of Life.

And, while it laits, is emptier than my thi: W110 venerate themselves the world despise.

Know, like the Median, fate is in thy wall For what, gay friend! is this escutcheon'd Man's make incloses the sure feeds of det world,

Life feeds the murderer: ingrate: he thri Which hangs out, Death is one eternal night? On her own meal: and then his nurte des A night that glooms us in the noontide ray, And wrapts our thoughts, at banquets, in the § 199. Life compared to the Sun-dial. Life's little stage is a small eminence. (throud. That folar shadow, as it measures life, Inch high the grave above; that home of man, It life relenibles too : life fpeeds away Where dwells the multitude: we gaze around, From point to point, tho' seeming to itand We read their monuments; we figh; and while The cunning fugitive is swift by stealth : We ligh, we link; and are what we deplor'd; Too lubtle is the movement to be seen, Limenting, or lamented, all our lot! Yet soon man's hour is up, and we are go Is death at distance! no: he has been on thee : Warnings point outour danger, gnomons, And given fure eainett of his final blow. (now: As these are uicless when the sun is fet; Those bours, which lately smild, where are they so those, but when more glorious reason 1 Pallid to thought, and ghatly! drown'd, all Reason thould judge in all; in reason's ey d'own'd

That fedenty fadow travels hard: In that great deep, which nothing disembogues; But all mankind mistake their time of day And, dying, they bequeath'd thee Imall renown. Even age itselt: fresh hopes are hourly to The reit are on the wing: how feet their fight! In furrow'd brows. So gentle life's desce Already has the fatal train took fire; We shut our eyes, and think it is a plain :

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We take days in winter, for the spring: His God sustains him in his final hour !
Her bieifings into bane; since oft His final hour brings glory to his Gou!
ka - compute that age he cannot feel: Man's glory heaven vouch safes to call its own,
brrricies he's olcer for his years. Amazement strikes ! devotion burits to flame!
Time's lateit eve, we keep in store Christians adore ! and infidels believe.

intment sure, to crown the reft; At that black hour, which general horror sheds
appantment of a promis'd hour. On the low level of the inglorious throng,

Sweet peace, and heavenly hope. and humble 120. Deatb of the good Man.

Divinely beam on his exalted soul; [Hoy,

Destruction gild, and crown him for the skies. nder, O! the cordial warmth, Life, take thy chance; but oh for such an end!

og spirit, of a friend, 117.imers ripening by my side; 54. * 01 ta!lehood long thrówn down;$201. NIGHT II. Piclure of Narcisa, Descrip. nities riting in his soul;

tion of her Funeral, and a Reflection upon Man. ; and imiling, as they rise ! SWEET harmonit! and beautiful as sweet! fribit! Philander is no more. And young as beautiful ! and loft as young! **Castrighten as they take their fight! And gay as soft! and innocent as gay! :: Ender took; it were profane And happy (if aught happy here) as good !

.**. glory lighted at the skies, For fortune fond had built her nest on high. Defdows his illustrious close. Like birds quite exquisite of note and plume, 13 leisetzerroit affecting, moit sublime, Transfix'd by fate (who loves a lofty mark) *** TJ to man, should sleep unfung: How from the summit of the grove the tell,

triumph' man's profoundest fall! And left it un harmonious! all its charms
ed or the jult! is yet undrawn Extinguish'd in the wonders of her fong!
t; it merits a divine:

Her song still vibrates in my ravish'd ear,
mint it, angels ever there; Still meiting there, and with voluptuous pain

tof honour, and of joy. (O to forget her!) thrilling thro' my heart !
** ubi re the good man meets his Song, Beauty, Youth, Love, Virtue, Joy! this
Soad the common walk (fate of bright ideas, flowʻrs of paradise,

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quite in the verge of heaven. As yet unforfeit! in one blave we bind,

' or elie draw near with awe, Kneel, and present it to the skies; as all mm deja demonstration dwells; We guess of heaven, and there were all her own: -:mulation drops her malk, And the was mine; and I was-was !--most

pent are the same. Gay title of the deepest misery! [bleit *****vou see his hold on heaven : As bodies grow more pond'rous robu'd of life.

tiat moment,ownsitsfriends Good loft weighs more in grief than gain'dinjoy.

* a; ard points them out to Like bloffom'd trees u'erturn'd by vernal storm, Bei d'Uf fovereign pow'r, [inen; Lovely in death the beauteous ruin lay; ... and to virtue, peace!

And if in death still lovely, Jovelier there; the boaltful hero piays, Far lovlier! pity lwells the title of love. Tomady in death;

And will not the severe excule a ligh? och the more the tyrant frowns. Scorn the proud man that is afhan d to weep; Alezly frown'd on thee, Our tears indulg'd indeed deserve our thame.

tent unceremonious fate! Ye that e'er loft an angel! pity me. ...non fruin liie's meridian joys !

Soon as the luftre languish'd in her eye, - 1d of pain! a plunge opaque Dawning a dimmer day of human figlit; sicure! feeble nature's dread! And on her cheek, the residence of spring, reich ders at the dark unknown! Pale omen fat, and scatter'd fears around maguiled! a juft opening grave! On all that saw, (and who could ceate to gaze iz latt, laft: what: (can words ex- Thatonce had teen?)—with bafte, parental halte,

[friend !" I flew, I snatch'd her from the rigid north, ch?) the last, last-filence of a Her native bed, on which black Boreas blew,

swreck, thro'vanquish'dagonies, And bore her nearer to the sun; the sun

truggling thro''this midnight (As if the fun could envy) check'd his beam, We of joy! what more than human Regret beheld her drooping, than the bells

[peace ! Denied his wonted succour; nor with more Vem mortal? the poor abject worm? Of lilies; fairelt lilies, not so fair !

<s, the mortal to he found. Queen lilies ! and ye painted populace
e comforts; great in ruin,

Who dwell in fields, and lead ambrosial lives : grandeur, gives, not yields In morn and ev’ning dew your beauties bathe, ******; and closes with his fate. And drink the fun; which gives your cheeks to "Det. burnt within us at the scene! Andout-blush(mine excepted) every fair(glow; * tatu strave boundo'erlimits fixt to man: You gladlier grew, ambitious of her hand,

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Which often cropp'd your odours, incense meet the dead how sacred ! Sacred is the dust To thought 10 pure! Ye lovely fugitives ! Of this heaven-labour'd jorm, erect, divine Coeval race with rien! for man you imile; This heaven-alium'd majestic robe of earth Why not imile at oim too? You ihare indeed He deign d to wear, who hung the vast expl His íudden pais, but not his constant pain. With azure bright, and cioth'd the fun in

So man is made, nought ministers delight, Wlien ev'ry parlion fieeps that can oftend; But what his glowing piliions can engage; When strikes us ev'ry motive that can melt And glowing pailions, bent on aught below, When mancan wrcak his rancour uncon ou Aivit loon or late with anguilh turn the scie; That faongest curh on insult and ill-wili; And anguith, after rapture, how levere ! Then işleen to duit? the dust of innocence Riipture? Bold man who tempts the wrath di- An angei's duit :--This Lucifer transcende By plucking fruit denied to mortal taste, (vine When he contended for the patriarch's bo While here presuming on the rights of Heaven. 'Twas not the ftrite of malice, but of pride For transport doit thou call on ev'ry hour, The life of pontiit pride, not pontili gall Lorenzo ? At thy friend's expence be wise;. Fir less than this is Thocking, in a race. Lean not on earth, 'twill pierce thee to the Most wretched but from streams of my A broken reed at beit, but oft a ipeir: (heart; And uncreated but for love divine ; Onits sharp point peace bleeds,and ho; e expires. And, but for love divine, this moment holt Turn, hopeless thoughts! turn from her :- By fate ieforb’d, and funk in endless night thought repellid

Mw hard of heart to man ! of horrid toin Resenting rallies, and wakes ev'ry woe. Mott horrid! 'Mid Itupendous, highly tran Snatch'd ere thy prime, and in thy bridal hour' Yet oft his courtefies are smoother wrongs And when kind fortune, with thy lover, smil'd! Pride brandimes the favours he confers, And when high riavo'r':lthy fresh op'ning joys! And contumelious his humanity : And when blind man pronounc'd thy blits What then bis vengeance? hcar it not, ye ft compcte!

And thou, pale moon! turn påler at the fou And on a foreign shore, where strangers wept ! Man is to man the forest, lureit ili. Strangers to tried; and, more furpriiing still, A previous blast foretels the rising storm ; Strangers to kindness wept : their eyes let fall O'erwhelming turrets threaten ere they fa' Inhunian tears; strange tears! that trickled down Volcanos bellow ere they ditenibogue; Froin marbie lerts ! obdurric tenderneis! Larih trembles ere her yawning jaws devou A tenderness that child theni more severe ; And 1moke betrays the wide consuming for In spite of nature's soft purinafion, iteelid; Ruin from man is most conceal'd when na While nature meited, fuperitition rav'd; And lends the dreadful tidings in the blo Thut mourn'd the ded, and ibis denied a grave. is this the fiight of fancy? Would it wer

Toeir tighs incens'ul, ligne foreign to the will! Heaven's Sovereign faves all beings but hi
Their will the tiger fuck d, outrag'd the storm. That hideons fight, a naked human heart
For, oh! the curs d ungoulinets of zeal!
While finful Heih relented, fpirit nurs'd

202.-NIGHT iv. Death not to be drea In blind iniallibility's embrace,

How deep implanted in the breaft of man The fainted loicit petrified the breast:

The dread of death! I ling its fou'reign Denied the charity of dust, to spread O'er duit! a charity their dogs enjoy. [fource : Is paft: not come, or gone, he's never he

Why Itart at deathi where is he? death a What could I do? what fuccour? what re- Ere hope, fentation fails; black-boding With pious facrilege a grave I stole,

Receives, not suffers, death's tremendous With impious piety that grave I wrong'd;

The knell,the shroud,the mattock,and the Short in my duty, coward in my grief!

The deep damp vault, the darkness, a More like her murderer than friend, I crept

There are the bugbears of a winter's eve, With voit tulpended her, and muffled deep

The terrors of the living, not the dead. In midnight darkness whisper'd my last sigh. I whisper'd what should echio thro’ their realms ; Man makes a death which nature never

Imagination's fool, and error's wretch, Nor writ her name whose tomb thrould pierce Then on the point of his own fancy fall the skies.

And feels a thousan i deaths, in fearing Presumptuous fear! how durst I dread her foes, Wlule nature's loudest dictates I obey'd ? Pardon neceflity, blest flade! Of grief

$203. Death desirable to the Aged. And indignation rival burits I pour'd; But was death frightful, what has age t Half execration mingled with my pray'r; If prudent, age thould meet the friendly Kindled at man, while I his God ador'd; And shelter in his hofpitable gloom. Sore grudg’d the favage land her facred dust; i scarce can meet a monument but hold Stamp'd the curs'd foil; and with humanity My younger : every date cries—"Come (Denied Narcilla) with d them all a grave. And what reculls me? look the worida

Glows my retentment into guilt? What guil: And tell me what: the wiseft cannot t Can equal violations of the dead?

Should any born of woman give his thu !nt, on just disike's unbounded field; (Grasping at air! for what has earth beside ? Pitakan ibe vanity; of men, the flaws ;

Man wants but little ; nor that little, long : 72, e balt; the many, flaw all o'er,

How soon must he refign his very dust, tres ipuitert, or as Æthiops, dark ; Which frugal nature lent him for an hour ? was al: goed dying immature ;

Years unexperienc'd rush on numerous ills; in its death bequeating endless pain;

And soon as man, expert from time, has found ä toi tuld soud ticken at the light, The key of life, it opes the gates of death,

et neif in tighs, for future scenes. When in this vale of years I backward look, ** om et tülite sone perquisites of joy;

And miss such numbers, numbers too of such, À TISTE IS, then, like a thrice-told tale, Firmer in health, and greener in their age, L ed ite of incet can yield no more,

And stricter on their guard, and fitter far nr comment on the comedy,

To play life's subtle game, I scarce believe Fretions on parts well-fuítain d, I fill survive; and am I fond of life, pincodermendations where we fail'd,

Who scarce can think it posible I live? 2 o puits from our candid judge,

Alive by miracle! if still alive, Un, catheir exit, fouls are bid unrobe,

Who long have bury'd what gives life to live, ex contais pink of Leth behind the scene. Firmness of nerve, and energy of thought.

1. me, chat ime is corne; my world is lead: Life's Jee is not more thallow, than impure, Å za wiries, and new manners reign :

And vapid; sense and reason Thew the door, 2 racettarts up! the strangers gaze, Call for my bier, and point me to the duit. lahen; my neighbour is unknown.

$ 206. Address 10 the D.ity. 204. Folly of Human Pursuits.

O THOU great arbiter of life and death! :57 * It had divine, which gently laid Nature's immortal, immaterial fun ! 1:7feit beneath this humble thed !

Whose all-prolific beam late cald me forth as a stately bark, on dangerous seas, From darkness, teeming darkness

, where I lay - fen, but boarded at our peril;

The worm's inferior, and, in rank, beneath Home plank, thrown safe alhore,

The dust I tread on, high to bear my brow, *set vult of the distant throng,

To drink the spirit of the golden day, is remote, or dying storins ;

And triumph in existence; and could'st know Åm dienste on 'venes, more filent still;

No motive, but my bliss; with Abraham's joy, F. 18a besterd, gazing from his hut,

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, and fight the fear of death. Thy call I follow to the land unknown ;

I trust in thee, and know in whom I trust; E.

on his flair, Or life or death is equal; neither weighs, shery chace I fee;

All weight in thismo let me live to thee! vire, icup the mounds of right,

§ 207. Fears of Death extinguished by Man's risa gjine; as the fox for wiles;

Redemption TOS),hty hunter, earths them all. Tho' nature's terrors, thus, may

be represt; "3.2 mil tv triumphs of an hour? still fiowns grim death; gilt points the tyrant's

or foar in fune? spear. 1 ton ends in where he lies,'

Who can appease its anguish? how it burns! Psdut" oncludes her nobleft fong. What hand the barb’d, envenom'd thought can 1 Vs, piterity thall know

draw? Bistuin born, with courtiers bred, What healing hand can pour the balm of peace * .: even gold might come a day too And turn my fight undaunted on the tombs le;

With joy,—with grief, that healing hand I sub'e death-bed plannid his scheme Ah! too conspicuous! it is fix don high! (lee; 17 ? Vanities in church, or state; On high?- What meansmyphrenzy? Iblaspheme, teening it-to die;

tas! how low! how far beneath the skies! Commige canine of dying rich:

The skies it form'd; and now it bleeds for me beeinder! and the loudett laugh of hell. But bleeds the balm I want--yet still it bleeds:

Draw the dire iteel-ah no!--the dreadfui blefa

fing Part of the Love of Life in the Aged. What he art or can sustain? or dares forego? O XY uppbs! remnant of yourselves ! There hangs all human hope: that nail supports Parduins, tott'ring o'er the grave ! Our falling universe: that gone, we drop:

"ne, aged men, like aged trees, Horror receives us, and the ditmal with for deeper their vil- root, and clofer cling, Creation had been smother'd in her birth.

coreeanour'd of this wretched foil (out, D::rkness his curtain, and his bed the dust, i me pale, witherd hands be still tretch'd When itars and

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