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To his own carcase; now lies cheaply lodg'd, And suffer'd to speak out, tells ev'ry mas;
Then must it be an awful thing to die:
More horrid yet to die by one's own hand.
How shocking must thy summons be, O death! With blood of its own lord.-Dreadful attes' To him that is at ease in his poffeffions;
Just reeking from self-flaughter, in a rage Who counting on long years of pleasure here, To rush into the presence of our Judge; Is quite unfurnith'd for that world to come ? As if we challeng'd him to do his worl, In that dread moment, how the frantic soul And niatcer'd not his wrath!-Upheard-efter Raves round the walls of her clay tenement, Must be reserv'd for such : these herd togcute Runs to each avenue, and shrieks for help,
The common damn'd shun their society, But shrieks in vain !-How wishfully she looks And look upon themselves as fiends less fotl On all she's leaving, now no longer her's ! Our time is fix d, and all our days are numbe A little longer, yet a little longer,
360 How long, how short, we know not :-27 Oh! might the ftay, to wash away her stains,
know, And fic her for her passage. -Mournful sight! Duty requires we calmly wait the summons to Her very eyes weep blood ;--and every groan
Nor dare to stir till Heaven shall give pere1 She heaves is big with horror. -But the foe, Like centries that must keep their destin'den Like a staunch murd'rer, steady to his purpose, And wait th’appointed hour, till they're react Pursues her close through every lane of life, Those only are the brave that keep their gram Nor misles once the track, but presses on; And keep it to the last. To run away Till forc'd at last to the tremendous verge,
Is but a coward's trick: to run away At once the links to everlasting ruin.
From this world's ills, that at the very wort Sure 'tis a serious thing to die ! my soul, 370 Will soon blow o'er, thinking to mend our What a strange moment must ic be, when near By boldly vent'ring on a world unknown, Thy journey's end, thou hast the gulf in view! And plunging headlong in the dark;—'tis That awful gulf, no mortal e'er repass’d
No frenzy half so desperate as this. To tell what's doing on the other side.
Tell us, ye dead; will none of you, in pi? Nature runs back, and shudders at the fight, To those you left behind, disclose the secret! And every life-string bleeds at thoughts of parting; Oh! that some courteous ghost would blab := For part they must: body and soul must part;
What 'tis you are, and we must shortly be. Fond couple; link'd more close than wedded pair. I've heard, that souls departed, have fomcios This wings its way to its almighty source, Forewarn'd men of their death Twt The witness of its actions, now its judge; 380
done That drops into the dark and noisome grave, To knock, and give the alarm.- Bat wha: Like a disabled pitcher of no use.
This stinted charity ?-'Tis but lame kinėse If death were nothing, and nought after death; That does its work by halves. Why mightye.. If when men dy'd, at once they ceas'd to be, Tell us what 'tis to die? do the strid laws Recurning to the barren womb of nothing, of your society forbid your speaking Whence first they sprung, then might the debauchee Upon a point so nice ? --I'llalk no more: Untrembling mouth the heavens :-then might Sullen, like lamps in sepulchres, your fine the drunkard
Enlightens but yourselves. Well, 'tis Do 13" Reel over his full bowl, and, when 'tis drain'd, A very little time will clear up all, Fill up another to the brim, and laugh (wretch And make us learn'd as you are, and as clofe. At the poor bugbear death :—Then might the Death's shafts fly thick :-Here falls the main That's weary of the world, and tir'd of life, 392 swain, At once give each inquietude the flip,
And there his pamper'dlord.- The cup 8065. By stealing out of being when he pleas'd, And who fo artful as to put it by! And by what way, whether by hemp or steel; 'Tis long fince death had the majority; Death thousand doors stand open.-Who could force
VARIATIONS. The ill pleas'd guest to sit out his full time, 405. That makes her hooted at: hall the fece Or blame him if he goes ?--Sure he does well,
Ading the traitor's part, be crimitocell That helps himself as timely as he can,
With blood of its own lord? Forbit , horr When able. -But if there's an hereafter ;
Shall nature, fwerving from ber hrte And that there is, conscience, uninfluencd 400
Be her own butcher? fhall we on dia VARIATIONS.
Presume to set ourselves at liberty now he lodgeth cheap.
Without once asking leave i Dies" 350. Quite Mary'd in this, and dama'd, &c.
et strange! the living lay it not to heart. Here the warm lover, leaving the cool shade, ze yonder maker of the dead man's bed,
The tell-cale echo, and the babbling stream, le Sexton, hoary-headed chronicle,
(Time out of mind the fav’rite seats of love,) 510 f hard unmeaning face, down which ne'er stole Fast by his gentle mistress lays him down, gentle tear; with mattock in his hand
Unblasted by foul tongue.---- Here friends and foes igs through whole rows of kindred' and ac Lie close; unmindful of their former feuds. quaintance,
The lawn-rob’d prelate and plain presbyter, y far his juniors. -Scarce a skull's cast up, E'er while that stood aloof, as fhy to mect, 10 well he knew its owner, and can tell 459 Familiar mingle here, like fifter streams ore passage of his life. Thus hand in hand That some rude interposing rock has split. he sot has walk'd with death twice twenty years; Here is the large-limb'd peasant :--Hore the child nd yet ne'er yonker on the green laughs louder, of a span long, that never saw the sun, r clubs a smuttier tale :- When drunkards meet, Nor press’d the nipple, strangled in life's porch. 520 one lings a merrier catch, or lends a hand Here is the mother, with her sons and daughters : Tore willing to his cup.--- Poor wretch! he minds The barren wife, and long-demurring maid, not,
Whose lonely unappropriated sweets Chatroon some trusty brother of the trade Smild like yon knot of cowslips on the cliff, Inall do for him what he has done for thousands. Not to be come at by the willing hand.
On this side, and on that, men see their friends Here are the prude, severe, and gay coquette, Drop off, like leaves in autumn; yet launch out The fober widow, and the young green virgin, ato fantastic schemes, which the long livers 470 Cropp'd like a rose before 'uis fully b':wn, 1 the world is hale and undegen’rate days
Or half its worth disclos'd. Strange medly here! 'ould scarce have leisure for.- Fools that we are, Here garrulous old age winds up his tale; 530 lever to think of death and of ourselves
And jovial youth, of lightsome vacant heart, at the same time: as if to learn to die
Whole ev'ry-day was made of melody, (shrew, Vere no concern of ours.---Oh! more than sottish, Hears not the voice of mirth. -Thcthrill-concu'd or creatures of a day in gamesome mood,
Meck as the curtle-dove, forgets her chiding. o frolic on eternity's dread brink
Here are the wise, the generous, and the brave; Inapprehensive ; when, for ought we know, The just, the good, the worthlefs, and profane,
he very first swol'n furge Mall sweep us in. The downright clown, and perfectly well-bred; 'hink we, or think we not, time hurries on 480 The fool, the churl, the scoundrel, and the mean, With a relinless unremitting stream;
'The supple starelman, and the patriot Atern; I et treads more sofe than e'er did midnight-thief, The wrecks of nations, and the spoils of time, That llides his hand under the miser's pillow, With all the lumber of six thousand years. 541 And carries off his prize. What is this world? Poor man !-how happy once in thy first state! What? but a spacious burial-field unwallid, When yet but warm from thy great Maker's hand, Strew'd with death's spoils, the spoils of animals He ftamp'd thee with bis image, and, well plea,'d, Savage and tame, and full of dead men's bones. Sinil'd on his last fair work. --Then all was well. The very turf on which we tread once liv'd; Sound was the body, and the soul firene; And we that live must lend our carcases
Like two sweet inftruments, ne'er out of tune, To cover our own offspring: In their turns 490 That play their several parts.--Nor head, nor heart, They too muít cover theirs. -'Tis here all meet, Offer'd to ache : nor was there cause they ihould; The thiv'ring Icelander, and sunburn'd Moor; For all was pure within : no fell remorse, 550 Men of all climes, that never met before;
Nor anxious castings-up of what might be, And of all creeds, the Jew, the Turk, the Christian. Alarm'd his peaceful bolom.—Sunimer seas Here the proud prince, and favourite yet prouder, Show not more smooth, when kiss’d by fouthern Jis sov'reign's keeper, and the people's scourge,
winds Are huddled out of sight.. -Here lie abash'd
Just ready to expire-scarce importun'd, The great negotiators of the earth,
The generous foil, with a luxurious hand, And celebrated matters of the balance,
Offer'd the various produce of the year, Jeep read in stratagems, and wiles of courts. 500 And ev'ry thing most perfect in ics kind. Now vain their treaty-skill :
-Death (corns to Blessed! chrice blessed days!- But ah! how short! treat;
Bless'd as the pleasing dreams of holy men ; Here the o'erloaded slave flings down his burden But fugitive like those, and quickly gone.
560 From his gall’d shoulders ;-and when the stern
tyrant, With all his guards and tools of power about him, $11. Fast by his mistress' fide now lies him down. !s meditating new unheard of hardships,
520. Nor press'd the nipple, founder'd in life's porch. Mocks his short arm,-and quick as thought escapes $21. Here is the joyful mother of sons and daugh'ers. Where tyrants vex not, and the weary reft. 526. Here are the prude, and froliciome coquette.
550. to 554. No in MS.
555. Whilst the rich gen'rous soil, scarce im194. And of all creeds, Jew, Turk, and Christian.
portun'd, 909. Deep read in Itratagem, and latelmen's wiles. Offer'd its various produce, &c.
Oh! flipp'ry state of things.-What fudden turns !, Accursed thing !-Oh! where shall fancy find What ftrange vicissitudes in the firft leaf
A proper name to call thee by, exprelive of man's fad history !-To-day most happy, Of all thy horrors ?-Pregnant womb of ill! And ere to-morrow's sun has set, moft abje&. Of temper so transcendently malign, How scant the space between these vast extremes! That toads and serpents, of most deadly kind, Thus far'd it with our fire :-Not long h' enjoy'd Compar'd to thee, are harmless-Sickness His paradise.-Scarce had the happy tenant Of every size and symptom, racking paids, Of the fair fpot due time to prove its sweets, And bluest plagues, are thine. See how she fai Or fum them up, when straic he muft be gone, Profusely scatters the contagion round! Ne'er to return again. ---And must he go? 570 Whilft deep-mouth'd daughter, bellowing a Can nought compound for the first dire offence
hcels, Of erring man? -Like one that is condemo'd, Wades deep in blood new-spilt; yet for roze Fain would he trifle time with idle talk,
Shapes out new work of great uncomimos dara And parley with his fate.“-But 'tis in vain. And inly pines till the dread blow is ftruck. Not all the lavish odours of the place,
But hold, I've gone too far; too much discort' Offer'd in incense, can procure his pardon, My father's nakedness, and nature's fhame. Or mitigate his doom. A mighty angel, Here let me pause, and drop an honet tear, With flaming sword, sorbids his longer say, One burst of filial duty and condolence, And drives the loiterer forth ; nor must he cake O'er all those ample deserts death hath spread, One last and farewell round.- At once he loft 580 | This chaos of mankind.---O great man-ezel: His glory, and his God.-If mortal now,
Whose ev'ry day is carnival, not fated yet! And sorely maim'd, no wonder.- Man has finn'd. Unheard-of epicure! without a fellow Sick of his bliss, and bent on new adventures, The verielt gluttons do not always cram; Evil he would needs try: nor try'd in vain. Some intervals of abstinence are fought (Dreadful experiment ! deftrudive measure ! To edge the appetite : Thou seeket nope. Where the worst thing could happen, is success.) Methinks the countless swarms thou haft deret Alas! too well he sped:- the good he scorn'd And thousands that each hour thou gobbiek e Stalk'd off reluctant, like an ill-us'd ghot, This, less than this, might gorge thee to the tu Not to return; or if it did, irs visits,
But ah! rapacious ftill, thou gap't for more: Like those of angels, short and far between : 590 Like one, whole day, defrauded of his meza Whilft the black dæmon, with his hell scap'd train, On whom lank hunger lays her kinny hand, Admitted once into its better room,
And whets to keenett eagerness his cravings Grew loud and mutinous, nor would be gone; As if diseases, massacres, and poison, Lording it o'er the man: who now too late Famine, and war, were not thy caterers Saw the rafh error, which he could not mend : But know, that thou must render up the An error fatal not to him alone,
And with high int’rest too.—They are not the But to his future fons, his fortune's heirs.
But only in thy keeping for a reason, Inglorious bondage ! ---Human nature groans Till the great promis'd day of reftitution ; Beneath a vassalage so vile and cruel,
When loud diffufive found from brazen trump And its vaft body bleeds through ev'ry vein. 600 of strong-lung'd cherub, shall alarm thy capita
What havoc haft thou made, foul monster, fin! And rouse the long, long feepers into life, # Greatest and first of ills.---The fruitful parent Day-light, and liberty.Of woes of all dimensions ! But for thee
Then must thy doors fly open, and reveal Sorrow had never been.-All-noxious thing, The mines that lay long forming under greest Of vileft naturc!-Other forts of evils
In their dark cells immurd; but now full Are kindly circumfcrib'd, and have their bounds. And pure as filver from the crucible, The fierce volcano, from his burning entrails That twice has stood the torture of the fire That belches molten stone and globes of fire, And inquisition of the forge. - We know Involvid in pitchy clouds of smoke and stench, 609 Th’ illustrious deliverer of mankind, Ivars the adjacent fields for some leagues round, The Son of God, thee foil d.-Him in the poten And there it stops.- The big-fwoln inundation, Thou could'nt not hold :-self-vigorous be tak of mischief more diffufive, raving loud,
And shaking off thy fetters, foon retook Buries whole tracks of country, threat'ning more ; | Those spoils his voluntary yielding lept: But that too has its shore it cannot pass.
(Sure pledge of our relealment from thithra, More dreadful far than those ! fin has laid waste, Twice twenty days he sojourn'd here on earth Not here and there a country, but a world : And fhow'd himself alive to chosen witneso Dispatching at a wide-extended blow
By proof: so strong, that the most flow af Entire mankind; and for their fakes desacing A whole creation's beauty with rude hands; 619
VARIATIONS. Blafting the foodíul grain and loaded branches, 624. Of thy intrinsic flth: Big-bellied ill! And marking all along its way with ruin.
049. But ah! 'tis otherwise; thou gap't far es
Like one that is defrauded of his pas
642. And gives the keenelt edge unto his car 588. Stalk'd like a discontented ghost away. 663. Those spoils that were but shire by 677. At once dispatching wholesale at a blowy.
- Had not a scruple left. This having done, Yet, like the fun, seems larger at his setting.
He mounted up to heav'n.-Methinks I see him (High in his faith and hopes), look how he reaches
To let new glories in, the first fair fruits Heaven's portals wide expand to let him in ; Of the fast-coming harvelt.—Then, oh then! Nor are his friends shut out : As a great prince Each earth-born joy grows vile, or dilar pears, Not for himself alone procures admillion,
Shrunk to a thing of nought..--Oh! how he longs But for his train. It was his royal will, To have his passport sign'd, and be dismiss']! 730 That where he is, there should his followers be. 'Tis done! and now he's ha py!---The glad soul Death only lies between.-A gloomy path! Has not a wish uncrown'd.---Ev'n the lag field Made yet more gloomy by our coward fears : 690 Reits too in hope of meeting once again But por untrod, nor tedious : the fatigue
Its better half, never to sunder more. Will soon go ofl.-Besides, there's no bye-road Nor Mall it hope in vain :----The time draws on To bliss. — Then, why, like ill-condicion'd children, When not a single spot of burial earth, Start we at transient hardships in the way Whether on land, or in the spacious sca, That leads to purer air, and softer skies,
But must give back its long-committed duct And a ne'er-setting fun ?-Fools that we are ! Inviolate :---and faithfully shall these
We with co be, where sweets unwith‘ring bloom; Make up the full account; not the least atom 740 *** But strait our wish revoke, and will not go. Embezzi'd, or milaid, of the whole tale. So have I seen, upon a summer's ev'n,
Each soul Mall have a body ready furnih'd; Faft by the riv'let's brink, a youngster play : 700 | And each shall have his own.---Hence, ye profane! How wishfully he looks to stem the ride! Alk not, how this can be ?---Sure the same pow's This moment refolute, next unresolv'd :
That rear'd the piece at first, and tcok it down, At last he dips his foot ; but as he dips,
Can re-assemble the loose scatter'd parts, His fears redouble, and he runs away
And put them as they were.---Almighty God From th' inoffensive stream, unmindful now Has done much more; nor is his arm impair'd Of all the flow'rs that paint the further bank, Through length of days: And what he can, he will: And smil'd so sweet of late.-Thrice welcome His faithfulness ftands bound to see it done. 750 death!
When the dread trumpet sounds,the slumb'ring duit, That after many a painful bleeding step
Not unattentive to the call), shall wake : Conduts us to our home, and lands us safe 709 | And ev'ry joint poffefs its proper place, On the long-wilh'd-for shore.- Prodigious change! With a new elegance of form, unknown Our bane turn'd to a blessing :-Death, disarm'd, To its first state. -Nor shall the conscious soul Loses its fellness quite. All thanks to him Mistake its partner, but amidst the crowd Who scourg'd the venom out. Sure the last end Singling its other half, into its arms of the good man is peace !-How calm his exit ! Shall ruth with all th' impatience of a man Night-dews fall not more gently to the ground, That's new come home, and, having long been Nor weary worn-out winds cxpire so foft.
absent, Behold him in the evening-tide of life,
With hafte runs over ev'ry different room, 760 A life well-fpent, whose early care it was In pain to see the whole. Thrice happy meeting! His riper years should not upbraid his green : Nor time, nor death, shall ever part them more. By unperceiv'd degrees he wears away; 720 'Tis but a night, a long and moonless night;
We make the grave our bed, and then are gone. VARIATIONS.
Thus, at the shut of ev'n, the weary bird 680.
and with great steps Leaves the wide air, and in some lonely brake Stride o'er the pillar'd clouds. But, &c.
Cow'rs down, and dozes till the dawn of day, 684. Heaven's gates are ftrait unbarr'd to let him in. Then claps his well-fledg'd wings, and bears away. 686. Not only for himself procures admiflion, But for his train; fo he. It was his will, &c.
VARIATIONS. 705. upmindful more
seems larger as he sets. Of all the daisies on the further bank, 725. Whilft the glad gates of light are tretched of late that smild so sweet. Thrice wel
wide. come death! &c.
767. On window-Sole, or foot-Itain'd chimney tops
MR. WILLIAM LAW,
Which, from the crowded jonnal of thy fame, Few, did I say, that word we must recal, Which of thy many titles shall I name?
A friend, a willing friend thou wait to all. For, like a gallapt, prince, that wins a crown, Those properties were thine, not could we kowe By undisputed right before his own,
Which rose the uppermost, so all was thou. Variety thou hast : our only care
So have I seen the many-colour'd mead, le what to single out, and what for bear,
Brush'd by the vernal breeze, its fragrance fbed : Though scrupuloufly juft, yet not severe ; Though various sweets the various field eshald, Though cautious, open; courteous, yet sincere; Yet could we not determine which prevail'd, Though rev'rend, yet not magifterial;
Nor this part rose, that boney-suckle, call, Though intimate with few, yet lov'd by all ; But a rich bloomy aggregate of all. Though deeply read, yet absolutely free
And, thou, the once glad partner of his bed From all the tiffnesses of pedantry : ,
But now by forrow's weeds distinguished, Though circumspealy good, yet never four ; Whole busy memory thy grief supplies, Pleasant with innocence, and never more. And calls up all thy husband to thine eyes; Religion worn by thee, attractive thow'd, Thou must not be forgot. How alter'd row! And with its own unborrow'd beauty glow'd: How thick thy tears! How fast thy sorrows der Unlike the bigot, from whose watery eyes The well known voice that cheer'd thee here. Ne'er funshine broke, nor smile was seen to rise ; These soothing accents, thou muft hear no mora. Whose fickly goodness lives upon grimace, Untold by all the tender sighs thou drew, And pleads a merit from a blubber'd face. When on thy cheek he fetch'd a long adieu. Thou kept thy raiment for the needy poor, Untold be all thy faithful agonies, And taught the fatherless to know thy door ; At the last anguish of his closing eyes : From griping hunger set the needy free;
For thou, and only such as thou, can tell That ihey were needy was enough to thee. The killing anguish of a last farewell.
Thy fame to please, whilst others reftless be, This earth, yon sun, and these blue-tiner i Fame laid her shyness by, and courted thee;
skies, And though thou bade the flatt'ring thing giveo'er, Through which it rolls, must have their obless Yet, in return, the only woo'd thee more. Pluck'd from their orbits, shall the planets fails
How sweet thy accents! and how mild thy look: And smoke and conflagration cover all : Whar smiling mirth was heard in all thou spoke ! What then is man? The creature of a day, Maphood and grizzled age were fond of thee, By moments spent, and minutes borne away, And youth itself fought thy society.
Time, like a raging torrent, hurries on ; The ag'd thou taught, descended to the young, Scarce can we say it is, but that 'tis gone. Clear'd up th' irrefolute, confirm’d the strong; Whether, fair shade! with social Ipirits
, tel To the perplex'd thy friendly counsel lent, (Whose properties thou once describ'd fo we! And genely lifted up the diffident;
Familiar now thou hearest them relate Sigh'd with the sorrowful, and bore a part The rites and methods of their happy state. In all the anguish of a bleeding heart :
Or if, with forms more fleet, thou roams abon Reclaim'd the headstrong, and with sacred skill, And views the great magnificence of God, Comniitted hallow'd rapes upon the will; Points out the courses of the orbs on high, Sooth'l our affe&ions, and, with their delight, And counts the silver wonders of the ky; To gain our actions, brib'd our appetite.
Or if, with glowing seraphim, thou greets Now who shall, with a greatness like thy own, Heav'n's King, and shoutest through the police Thy pulpit dignify, and grace thy gown?
streets, Who with pathetic energy like thine,
That crowds of white-rob'd chorifters display *The head enlighten, and the heart refine ! Marching in triumph through the pearly war Learn'd were thy ledures, noble the design, Now art thou rais'd beyond this world of The language Roman, and the adion fine;
This weary wilderness, this vale of tears, The heads well rang'd, the inferences clear, Forgetting all thy toils and labours paft, And strong and solid thy deductions were: [wrong, No gloom of sorrow (tains thy peaceful breat, Thou mark the bound'ries out 'twixt right and Now 'midt seraphic Splendours thalt thou dres And fhow'd the land-marks as thou went along. And be what only these pure forms can tell
, Plain were thy reasonings, or if perplext
How cloudless now, and cheerful is thy day! 'Thy life was the best comment on thy text; What joys, what raptures, in thy borom play! For if in darker points we were deceivid, How bright the sunshine, and how pure ile 'Twas only buc observing how thou liv'd. There's no difficulty of breathing there. Bewilder'd in the greatness of thy fame,
With willing fleps, a pilgrim at the thrice
, What shall the muse, what next in order name? To dew it with my tears the talk be mine; Which of thy social qnalities commend?
In lonely dirge, to murmur p'er thy ur, Whether of husband, father, or of friend! And with new gather'd flowers thy turf adas: A husband soft, beneficent and kind,
Nor shall thy image from my bosom part, As ever virgin with’d, or wife could find; No force shall rip thee from this bleeding heart; A father indefatigably true
Oft shall I think o'er all I've left in thee, To both a father's trust and tutor's too.
Nor shall oblivion blot thy memory: A friend affectionate and staunch to those
But grateful love its energy express I huu wisely angled out; for few thou chose ; (The facher's gone) Qow to the fathckeln,