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Cure of the mifer's wifh, and coward*s fear, T)eath only fhews us, what we knew was near. With courage therefore view : ie poimted hour ; Dread not death's anger; but expe&t his power; INor nature's law with fruitlefs forrow mourn ; But die, O mortal man! for thou waft born.
Cautious through doubt ; by want of courage, wife,
To fuch advice the reafoner ftill replies.
Yet meafuring all the long continued fpace, Every fucceffive day's repeated race, Sin^e Time firft ftarted from his priftine goal, *Till he had reach'd that hour, wherein my foul join'd to my body fweil'd the womb; I was, (At leaft I think fo) nothing; muft I pafs Again to nothing, when this vital breath Ceafing, configns me o'er, to reft, and death ? Muft the whole man, amazing thought!- return To the cold marble, or contra&ted urn ? And never fhall thofe particles agree, That were in life this individual He ? But fever'd, muft they join the general mafj Through other forms, and fhapes ordain'd to paf§; ? Nor thought nor image kept of what he was? Does the great word that gave him fenfe, ordain, That life fhali never wake that fenfe again ? And will no power his finking fpirits fave From the dark caves of death and chambers of the
grave ? Each
Each evening I behold the fetting fun With down-ward fpeed into the ocean run: Yet the fame light (pafs but fome fleeting hours) Exerts his vigor, and renews his powers ; Starts the bright race again: his conftant flame Rifes and fets, returning [lill the famie. I mark the various fury of the winds ; Thefe neither fea fons guide, nor order bimds: They now dilate, and now contra&t their force: Various their fpeed, but emdlefs is their courfe. From his firft fountain and beginning ouze, Down to the fea each brook and torrent flows: Tho' fundry drops or leave, or fwell the ftream; The whole ftill runs, with equal pace, the fame. Still other waves fupply the rifing urns; And the eternal flood no want of water mourns.
Why then muft man obey the fad decree, Which fubje&ts neither fun, nor wind, nor fea ?
A flower, that does with opening morn arife, And flourifhing the day, at evening dies; A winged eaftern blaft, juft fkimming o'er The ocean's brow, and finking on the fhore; A fire, whofe flames through crackling ftubble fy; A meteor fhooting from the fummer fky ; A bowl a-down the bending mountain roll'd; A bubble breaking, and a fable told; A noon-tide fhadow, and a midni ght dream; Are emblems, which with femblance apt proclaim *Our earthly courfe: but, O my fou1! fo faft MuftLife run off: and Death for ever laft? $. G 4 This
This dark opinion, fure, is too confin'd, Elfe whence this hope, and terror of the mind ? Does fomething ftili, and fomewhere yet remain, Reward or punifhment, delight or pain ? Say: fhall our relicks fecond birth receive ? Sleep we to wake, and only die to live ? When the fad wife has clofed her hufband's eyes, And pierc' d the echoing vault with doleful cries; - Lies the pale corps not yet entirely dead ? The fpirit only from the body fed, The groffer part of heat and motion void, To be by fire, or worm, or time deftroy'd : 'The foul, immortal fubftance, to remain, Confcious of joy, and capab!e of pain ? And if her a&ìs have been dire&ted well, While with her friendly clay fhe deign'd to dwell ; Shall fhe with fafety reach her priftine feat ? Find her reft endlefs, and her blifs compleat ? And while the buried man we idly mourn; Do angels joy to fee his better half return ? But if fhe has deform'd this earthly life With murderous rapine, and feditious ftrife: Amazed, repulfed, and by thofe angels driven From the æthereal feat, and blifsful Heaven, In everlafting darknefs muft fhe lie, Sti11 more unhappy, that fhe cannot die ?
Amid two feas on one fmall point of land Weary'd, uncertain, and amaz'd we ftand: On either fide our thoughts inceffant turn :
Forward we dread ; and looking back we mourn. - Lofing
1Lofing the prefent in this dubious hafte;
Thefe cruei doubts contending in my breaft,
That power fuperior then, which rules our mind,
What fhall amend, or what abfolve our fate * Anxious we hovcr in a mediate ftate,
Betwixt infinity and nothing ; bounds,
They move (alas!) and live, and are no more: