And whether being crazed or blind, Or feeking with a biased mind, Have not, it seems, difcerned it. Oh Friendship! if my foul forego May I myself at last appear STANZAS Subjoined to the Yearly Bill of Mortality of the Parish of ALL-SAINTS, NORTHAMPTON, Anno Domini 1787. Pallida Mors æquo pulsat pede pauperum tabernas, Regumque turres. HORACE. Pale death with equal foot ftrikes wide the door Of royal halls, and hovels of the poor. WHILE thirteen moons saw smoothly run All thefe, life's rambling journey done, Have found their home, the grave. Was man (frail always) made more frail Than in foregoing years? Did famine or did plague prevail, That fo much death appears? No; these were vigorous as their fires, Nor plague nor famine came; This annual tribute death requires, And never waves his claim. Like crowded foreft-trees we stand, The axe will fmite at God's command, Green as the bay-tree, ever green, The gay, the thoughtless, I have seen Read, ye that run, the folemn truth, No present health can health insure For yet an hour to come; No medicine, though it often cure, And Oh! that humble as my lot, And scorned as is my ftrain, These truths, though known, too much forgot, may not teach in vain. So prays your clerk with all his heart, Improve the present hour, for all befide COULD I, from heaven infpired, as fure prefage And item down the victims of the past; How each would trembling wait the mournful sheet, Time then would feem more precious than the joys, Then doubtless many a trifler, on the brink Ah felf-deceived! Could I prophetic fay Obferve the dappled forefters, how light They bound, and airy o'er the funny gladeOne falls-the reft, wide-scattered with affright, Vanish at once into the darkest shade. |