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Thro' yon dark grove of mournful yews With solitary steps I muse,
By thy direction led :
And mingle with the dead.
My future peaceful bed;
In death's refreshing shade.
Ye pale inhabitants of night,
In solemn pomp ascend :
That varying life attend !
Ye empty names of joy,
Before the mental eye.
With superficial state :
Appears the painted cheat !
The dread of death control?
Can Pleasure's more bewitching charms
That shake the parting soul ?
My erring senses teach,
These awful relics preach.
Derive their fatal spring :
The pale terrific king.
And owns thy threat’nings just;
And lifts her from the dust.
To nobler views elate :
The universal debt.
That gently whisper peace:
Of active life and bliss.
GREATEST of Beings! source of life!
Sovereign of air and earth and sea! All nature feels thy power, and all
A silent homage pay to thee. Wak'd at thy call, the morning sun
Pours forth to thee, its earliest rays; And spreads thy glories as it climbs; · While raptur'd worlds look up and praise. The moon to the deep shades of night,
Speaks the mild lustre of thy name; While all the stars that cheer the scene,
Thee the great Lord of light proclaim. And groves and vales, and rocks and hills,
And ev'ry flow'r, and ev'ry tree,
Have each a grateful song for thee.
And blest with reason's clear light, He views his Maker through his works,
And glows with rapture at the sight. Subject to wants, to thee he looks,
And from thy goodness seeks supplies; And, when oppress'd with guilt he mourns,
Thy mercy lifts him to the skies. Children whose little minds unform’d, * Ne'er rais'd a tender thought to Heav'n; And men, whom reason lifts to God,
Though oft by passion downward driven;
Such too, who bend with age and care,
And faint and tremble near the tomb; Who sick’ning at the present scenes,
Sigh for that better state to come-
All feel thy providential care :
Alike thy constant pity share.
Or whether joy elate the breast;
Or death invite the heart to rest; All are thy messengers, and all
Thy sacred pleasure, Lord, obey; And all are training man to dwell
Nearer to bliss, and nearer thee.
What is Eternity ? can aught
Tell ev'ry beam the sun emits,
The new-born year;-tell all the drops, That night, upon their bended tops, Sheds, in soft silence, to display Their beauties with the rising day:Tell all the sands the ocean laves, Tell ocean's ever-changing waves; Or tell, with more laborious pains, The drops its mighty mass contains : Be this astonishing account Augmented, with the full amount Of all the drops the clouds have shed, Where'er their wat'ry fleeces spread, Through all time's long protracted tour, From Adam to the present hour-Still short the sum, nor can it vie With the more num'rous years that lie Embosom'd in Eternity. Were there a belt that could contain In its vast orb, the earth and main; With figures were it cluster'd o’er, Without one cipher in the score; And could your lab'ring thought assign The total of the crowded line-How scant th’amount! th' attempt how vain, To reach Duration's endless chain ! For when as many years are run, Unbounded age is but begun. Attend, O man, with awe divine; For this Eternity is thine!