And there, in peace, the ashes mix
Of those who once were foes,

5 All, levell'd by the hand of Death,
Lie sleeping in the tomb;

Till God in judgment calls them forth
To meet their final doom.

V. JOB v. 6—12.

1HOUGH trouble springs not from the Nor sorrow from the ground;

Yet ills on ills, by Heav'n's decree,
In man's estate are found.
2 As sparks in close succession rise,
So man, the child of woe,

Is doom'd to endless cares and toils
Through all his life below.

3 But with my God I leave my cause;
From him I seek relief;

To him in confidence of pray'r,.
Unbosom all my grief.

4 Unnumber'd are his wondrous works,
Unsearchable his ways;

"Tis his the mourning soul to cheer, The bowed down to raise.

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VI. JOB viii. 11-22.

E rush rise where waters flow,

THE

may

And flags beside the stream;

But soon their verdure fades and dies..
Before the scorching beam:

2 So is the sinner's hope cut off;

Or, if it transient rise,

'Tis like the spider's airy web, From ev'ry breath that flies.

3 Fix'd on his house he leans; his house And all its props decay:

He holds it fast; but, while he holds, The tott'ring frame gives way. 4 Fair, in his garden, to the sun

His boughs with verdure smile; And, deeply fix'd, his spreading roots Unshaken stand a while..

5 But forth the sentence flies from Heav'n,
That sweeps him from his place;
Which then denies him for its lord,
Nor owns it knew his face.

6 Lo! this the joy of wicked men,
Who Heav'n's high laws despise :
They quickly fall; and in their room
As quickly others rise.

7 But, for the just, with gracious care,
God will his pow'r employ;

He'll teach their lips to sing his praise,
And fill their hearts with joy.

VII. JOB ix, 2-10.

How

OW should the sons of Adam's race
Be pure before their God?

If he contends in righteousness,

We sink beneath his rod.

2 If he should mark my words and thoughts
With strict inquiring eyes,
Could I for one of thousand faults,
The least excuse devise?

3 Strong is his arm, his heart is wise.
Who dares with him contend ?

Or who that tries th' unequal strifė,
Shall prosper in the end ?

4 He makes the mountains feel his wrath,
And their old seats forsake;

The trembling earth deserts her places
And all her pillars shake!

5 He bids the sun forbear to rise;
Th' obedient sun forbears:
His hand with sackcloth spreads the skies,
And seals up all the stars.
6 He walks upon the raging sea;
Flies on the stormy wind:
None can explore his wond'rous way,
Or his dark footsteps find.

VIII. JOB xiv. 1-15.

1 FEW

are

thy days, and full of woe,

O man, of woman born!

Thy doom is written, "Dust thou art,
"And shalt to dust return."

2 Behold the emblem of thy state
In flow'rs that bloom and die,
Or in the shadow's fleeting form,
That mocks the gazer's eye.

3 Guilty and frail, how shalt thou stand
Before thy sov'reign Lord?
Can troubled and polluted springs
A hallow'd stream afford?

4 Determin'd are the days that fly
Successive o'er thy head;

The number'd hour is on the wing
That lays thee with the dead.

5 Great God! afflict not in thy wrath,
The short allotted span,

That bounds the few and weary days
Of pilgrimage to man.

6 All nature dies, and lives again:
The flow'r that paints the field,
The trees that crown the mountain's brow,
And boughs and blossoms yield,

7 Resign the honours of their form
At Winter's stormy blast,

And leave the naked leafless plain
A desolated waste.

8 Yet soon reviving plants and flow'rs
Anew shall deck the plain;

The woods shall hear the voice of Spring,
And flourish green again.

9. But man forsakes this earthly scene,.
Ah! never to return:
Shall any foll'wing spring revive
The ashes of the urn?
10 The mighty flood that rolls along
Its torrents to the main,
Can ne'er recal its waters lost
From that abyss again.

11 So days, and years, and ages past,
Descending down to night,
Can henceforth never more return
Back to the gates of light;

12 And man, when laid in lonesome grave,
Shall sleep in death's dark gloom,
Until th' eternal morning wake
The slumbers of the tomb..

13*0 may the grave become to me
The bed of peaceful rest,

This desire seems to differ from the language of Christians, as expressed in 2 Cor. v. 1. Also from Job xix. 25, as well as from 1 Cor. xv. 55, 57.

Whence I shall gladly rise at length,
And mingle with the blest!

14 Cheer'd by this hope, with patient mind, 3
I'll wait Heav'n's high decree,
Till the appointed period come,
When death shall set me free.

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IX. JOB. xxvi. 6, to the end.

WHO

WHO can resist th' Almighty arm
That made the starry sky?

Or who elude the certain glance

Of God's all-seeing eye?

2 From him no cov'ring vails our crimes;
Hell opens to his sight;

And all Destruction's secret snares
Lie full disclos'd in light.

3 Firm on the boundless void of space
He pois'd the steady pole,
And in the circle of his clouds
Bade secret waters roll.

4 While nature's universal frame
Its Maker's pow'r reveals,

His throne, remote from mortal eyes.

An awful cloud conceals.

5 From where the rising day ascends,
To where it sets in night,

He compasses the floods with bounds,
And checks their threat ning might.
6 The pillars that support the sky
Tremble at his rebuke;

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Through all its caverns quakes the earth,
As though its centre shook.

7 He brings the waters from their beds,
Although no tempest blows,