Unheeded, o'er our silent dust For o'er life's wreck that spark shall rise, 1 LIKE shadows gliding o'er the plain, Or clouds that roll successive on, Man's busy generations pass; J. TAYLOR And while we gaze, their forms are gone. 2" He lived, he died"; behold the sum, The abstract, of th' historian's page. The infant's day, the patriarch's age. With wise designs and virtuous deeds : 565. C. H. M. What is your Life? J. TAYLOR 1 O, WHAT is life?— 't is like a flower That blossoms and is gone; It flourishes its little hour, With all its beauty on : Death comes, and, like a wintry day, It cuts the lovely flower away. 2 O, what is life? 't is like the bow That glistens in the sky : We love to see its colors glow ; Life fails as soon: to-day 't is here; To-morrow it may disappear. 3 Lord, what is life?-if spent with thee, How long or short our life may be, Though life depart, our joys shall last 566. C. M. Man's Mortality. HEBFR 1 BENEATH our feet and o'er our head Is equal warning given; Above us is the heaven. 2 Their names are graven on the stone, 3 Death rides on every passing breeze; Each season has its own disease, 4 Our eyes have seen the rosy light 5 Our eyes have seen the steps of age And 6 Turn, mortal, turn; thy danger know The earth rings hollow from below, 1 LIFE is the time to serve the Lord, 2 Life is the hour that thou hast given 568. 8 & 4s. M. Vanity of the World. 1 ALAS! how poor and little worth Are all those glittering toys of earth That lure us here! . WATTS ANONYMOUS. Dreams of a sleep that death must break • They disappear. 2 Where is the strength that spurned decay, The strength is gone, the step is slow, 3 Our birth is but a starting-place; There all those glittering toys are brought, 4 O, let the soul its slumbers break, Life, like its glories, glides away, 1 WEAK and irresolute is man : The purpose of to-day, 2 Some foe to his upright intent But pleasure wins his heart. 3 Bound on a voyage of awful length, 4 But oars alone can ne'er prevail COWPER The breath of heaven must swell the sail, 570. C. M. Frail Life and succeeding Eternity. 1 THEE we adore, Eternal Name, And humbly own to thee How feeble is our mortal frame, What dying worms are we. 2 Our wasting lives grow shorter still, WATTS And every beating pulse we tell 3 The year rolls round, and steals away 4 Dangers stand thick through all the ground, And fierce diseases wait around, 5 Waken, O Lord, our drowsy sense, 571. 11s. M. I would not live alway. MUHLENBURG. I WOULD not live alway; I ask not to stay Where storm after storm rises dark o'er the way I would not live alway; no, welcome the tomb ; Since Jesus hath lain there, I dread not its gloom 2 Who, who would live alway, away from his God, Away from yon heaven, that blissful abode, Where the rivers of pleasure flow o'er the bright plains, And the noontide of glory eternally reigns? $ Where the saints of all ages in harmony meet, The dying Christian to his Soul. 1 VITAL spark of heavenly flame, POPE |