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To the cold shaking paralytic Hand,
Senseless of Beauty's Touch, or Love's Command,
Nor longer apt, or able to fulfill
The Dictates of it's feeble Master's Will.
Nought shall the Pfaltry, and the Harp avail,
The pleasing Song, or well repeated Tale;
When the quick Spirits their warm March forbear;
And numbing Coldness has unbrac d the Ear.
The verdant Rising of the flow'ry Hill, j
The Vale enamelsd, and the Crystal Rill,
The Ocean rolling, and the shelly Shore,
Beautiful Objects, shall delight no more;
When the lax'd Sinews of the weaken'd Eye
In wat'ry Damps, or dim Suffusion lye.
Day follows Night; the Clouds return again
After the falling of the later Rain:
But to the Aged-blind shall ne'er return
Grateful Vicissitude: He still must mourn
The Sun, and Moon, and ev'ry Starry Light
Eclips'd to Him, and lost in everlasting Night.
Behold where Age's wretched Victim lies:
C . FreAspice! ut infirmos quatit æger anhelitus artus!
Sensibus obrepunt incerti Oblivia somni,
Solaque percipitur per acutos Vita dolores. • .
Tempore prædanti cedent argentea vitæ Vincula, diffilientque; ruet volventibus annis Urna levis, longoque ævo labefacta peribit. Scilicet hæc fati lex est: moriemur honoris Expertes, & vana erimus sine nomine turba. Ulque aliam ex alia stirpem manet exitus idem; Gens cadit hæc; nova furgit, a bit, sequiturq; priorem; Ævi quæque brevis, terraque exorta parente, Mox reditura iterum in veteris primordia terræ.
Sed vultu eniteat meliori Scena; coronet
Frequent for Breath his panting Bosom heaves: To broken Sleeps his remnant Sense He gives; And only by his Pains, awaking finds He Lives.
Loosd by devouring Time the silver Cord Dissever'd lies: unhonor'd from the Board The Crystal Urn, when broken, is thrown by; And apter Utensils their Place supply. These Things and Thou must share One equal Lot; Dye and be lost, corrupt and be forgot; While still another, and another Race Shall now supply, and now give up the Place. From Earth all came, to Earth must all return; Frail as the Cord, and brittle as the Urn.
But be the Terror of these Ills suppress'd: And view we Man with Health and Vigor blest. Home He returns with the declining Sun, His destin'd Task of Labour hardly done; Goes forth again with the ascending Ray, Again his Travel for his Bread to pay, And find the III sufficient to the Day. Haply at Night He does with Horror shun A widow'd Daughter, or a dying Son:
Filia: Vicinum eras luxuriante beatum
Hæccine credantur casu volvente sinistro
His Neighbors Off-Spring He To-morrow fees;
Esteem We these, my Friends, Event and Chance,
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