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ON A SIMILAR OCCASION,
FOR THE YEAR
« On most delightful hour by man.
“ Experienc'd here below; « The hour that terminates his span,
“ His folly and his woe.
« Worlds should not bribe me back to tread
« Again life's dreary waste ; " To see my days again o'erspread
“ With all the gloomy past.
“ My home, henceforth, is in the skies,
“ Earth, seas, and sun adieu; « All heaven unfolded to my eyes,
“. I have no fight for you."
Thus spake Aspatio, firm poffeft
Of faith's supporting rod;
The bosom of his God.
He was a man among the few
Sincere on Virtue's side, And all his strength from scripture drew,
To hourly use apply'd
That rule he priz’d, by that he fear'd,
He hated, hop'd, and lov'd, Nor ever frown'd, or sad appear’d,
But when his heart had ruved.
For he was frail as thou or I,
And evil felt within,
And loath'd the thought of fin.
Such liv'd Afpatio, and at last,
Call’d up from earth to heav'n,
By gales of blessing driven,
His joys be mine, each reader cries,
When my last hour arrives :
Such only be your lives.
FOR THE TOMB OF
PAUSE here, and think; a monitory rhime 'Demands one moment of thy fleeting time.
Consult life's filent clock, thy bounding vein, Seems it to say Health, here, has long to reign? Haft thou the vigour of thy youth ? an eye That beams delight? an heart untaught to figh!Yet fear. Youth, ofttimes, healthful and at ease, Anticipates a day it never sees, And many a tomb, like Hamilton's, aloud Exclaims, “ Prepare thee for an early shroud !"
THE POPLAR FIELD.
THE poplars are felled, farewell to the shade
Twelve years have elaps'd since I last took a view
The blackbird has fled to another retreat,
My fugitive years are all hasting away,
'Tis a fight to engage me, if any thing can,
IDEM LATINE REDDITUM.
POPULEÆ cecidit gratissima copia filvæ,
Hei mihi ! bis fenos dum luctû torqueor annos
Ah ubi nunc merulæ cantus ? Felicior illum