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Death and judgment, Heaven and Hell

These alone, so often heard, No more move us than the bell

When some stranger is interred.

Oh then, ere the turf or tomb

Cover us from every eye, Spirit of inftru&ion come,

Make us learn'that we must die.



Felix, qui potuit rerum cognoscere causas,
Atque metus omnes et inexorabile fatum
Subjecit pedibus, strepitumque Acherontis avari!

Happy the mortal, who has traced effects
To their first cause, cast fear beneath his feet,
And Death, and roaring Hell's voracious fires !

THANKLESS for favours from on high,

Man thinks he fades too soon ; Though 'tis his privilege to die,

Would he improve the boon.

But he, not wise enough to scan

His best concerns aright,
Would gladly stretch life's little span

To ages, if he might.

To ages in a world of pain, • To ages, where he goes Galled by affli&ion's heavy chain,

And hopeless of repose.

Strange fondness of the human heart,

Enamoured of its harm! Strange world, that costs it so much smart,

And still has power to charm.,

Whence has the world her magic power?

Why deem we death a foe? Recoil from weary life's best hour,

And covet longer woe?

The cause is Conscience-Conscience oft · Her tale of guilt renews: Her voice is terrible though soft,

And dread of death ensues.

Then anxious to be longer spared

Man mourns his fleeting breath:
All evils then seem light, compared

With the approach of Death.

Tis judgment shakes him; there's the fear,

That prompts the wish to stay: He has incurred a long arrear,

And must despair to pay.

Pay!follow Christ, and all is paid;

His death your peace insures;
Think on the grave where he was laid,

And calm descend to yours.



De sacris autem hæc sit una sententia, ut conserventur.

Cic. DE LEG.

But let us all concur in this one sentiment, that things

sacred be inviolate.

He lives who lives to God alone,

And all are dead beside;
For other source 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 falsely named, and no such thing,

But rather death disguised,

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