Observe the dappled foresters, how light Had we their wisdom, should we, often warn'd, Sad waste! for which no after-thrift atones. Learn then, ye living! by the mouths be taught ON A SIMILAR OCCASION, FOR THE YEAR 1789. -Placidaque ibi demum morte quievit. VIRG. "O Most delightful hour by man The hour that terminates His folly, and his woe! "Worlds should not bribe me back to tread Again life's dreary waste, To see again my day o'erspread With all the gloomy past. "My home henceforth is in the skies, So spake Aspasio, firm possess'd Then breathed his soul into its rest, He was a man among the few And all his strength from scripture drew, That rule he priz'd, by that he fear'd, Nor ever frown'd, or sad appear'd, For he was frail, as thou or I, But, when he felt it, heav'd a sigh, Such liv'd Aspasio; and at last His joys be mine, each reader cries, ON A SIMILAR OCCASION, FOR THE YEAR 1790, Ne commanentem recta sperne. BUCHANAN. He who sits from day to day, Hardly knows that he has sung. Where the watchman in his round So your verse-man I, and clerk, Death at hand-yourselves his mark→→→ Duly at my time I come, Publishing to all aloud- Soon the grave must be your home, But the monitory strain, Oft repeated in your ears, Seems to sound too much in vain, Can a truth, by all confess'd Of such magnitude and weight, Pleasure's call attention wins, Death and Judgment, Heav'n and Hell- O then, ere the turf or tomb Spirit of instruction come, Make us learn, that we must die. ON A SIMILAR OCCASION. FOR THE YEAR 1792. Felix, qui potuit rerum cognoscere causas, VIRG. Happy the mortal, who has trac'd effects Thankless for favors from on high, But he, not wise enough to scan Would gladly stretch life's little span To ages in a world of pain, To ages, where he goes Gall'd by affliction's heavy chain, And hopeless of repose. Strange fondness of the human heart, Strange world, that costs it so much smart, Whence has the world her magic pow'r? Recoil from weary life's best hour, The cause is Conscience-Conscience oft Then anxious to be longer spar'd 'Tis judgment shakes him; there's the fear And must despair to pay. Pay!-follow Christ, and all is paid; |