STANZAS SUBJOINED, &c. 87 STANZAS, SUBJOINED TO A BILL OF MORTALITY FOR THE PARISH OF ALL SAINTS, IN THE TOWN OF NORTHAMPTON, ANNO DOMINI 1787. Pallida Mors æquo pulsat pede pauperum tabernas, Regumque turres. Pale Death, with equal foot, strikes wide the door HORACE. WHILE thirteen moons saw smoothly run All these, Life's rambling journey done, Was man (frail always,) made more frail Did famine or did plague prevail, No. These were vig'rous as their sires, Like crowded forest-trees we stand, The axe will smite at God's command, And soon shall smite us all. 88 STANZAS SUBJOINED Green as the Bay-tree, ever green The gay, the thoughtless, I have seen, Read, ye that run! the solemn truth No present health can health insure, No med'cine though it often cure, And oh that humble as my lot, And scorn'd as is my strain, These truths, though known, too much forgot, So prays your clerk with all his heart, And ere he quits the pen, Begs you for once to take his part, And answer all-AMEN. TO A BILL OF MORTALITY. 89 1788. Quod adest, memento Componere æquus; cætera fluminis Ritu feruntur. Improve the present hour, for all beside, Is a mere feather on a torrent's tide. HORACE. COULD I, from Heav'n inspir'd, as sure presage, And item down the victims of the past; How each would trembling wait the mournful sheet, Time, then, would seem more precious than the joys Then, doubtless, many a trifler on the brink Ah! self-deceiv'd! could I, prophetic, say, 90 STANZAS SUBJOINED The rest, might then seem privileg'd to play; Observe the dappled foresters, how light Had we their wisdom, should we often warn'd, Sad waste! for which no after-thrift atones : Learn then, ye living! by the mouths be taught That, soon or late, Death also is your lot, 1789. -Placidaq; ibi demum morte quievit. There, calm, at length, he breath'd his soul away. "OH! most delightful hour by man VIRG. TO A BILL OF MORTALITY. "The hour that terminates his span, "His folly, and his woe! "Worlds should not bribe me back to tread, แ Again life's dreary waste, "To see again my day o'erspread "With all the gloomy past. "My Home henceforth is in the skies, So spake Aspasio, firm possess'd Then breath'd his soul into its rest, The bosom of his God. And all his strength from Scripture drew, To hourly use apply'd. That rule he priz'd, by what he fear'd, He hated, hop'd and lov'd; But when his heart had rov'd. For he was frail as thou or I, But when he felt it, heav'd a sigh, And loath'd the thought of sin. 91 |