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A CONTEMPLATION ON NIGHT.
WHETHER amid the gloom of night I stray,
Or my glad eyes enjoy revolving day,
Still Nature's various face informs my sense,
Of an all-wise, all-powerful, Providence.

When the gay sun first breaks the shades of night
And strikes the distant eastern bills with light,
Colour returns, the plains their liv'ry wear,
And a bright verdure clothes the smilling year ;
The blooming flow'rs with opening beauties glow,
And grazing Blocks their milky fleeces show,
The barren cliffs with chalky fronts arise,
And a pure azure arches o'er the skies.
But, when the gloomy reign of night returns,
Stript of her fading pride all nature mourns :
The trees no more their sonted verdure boast,
But weep in dewy tears their beauty lost;
No distant landscapes draw our curious eyes,
Wrapt in night's robe the whole creation lies.
Yet still e'en now while darkness clothes the land,
We view the traces of th' Almighty hand;
Millions of stars in heav'n's wide vault appear,
And with new glories hang the boundless sphere :
The silver Moon her western couch forsakes,
And o'er the skies her nightly circle makes;
Her solid globe beats back the sunny rays,
And to the world her borrow'd light repays.

Whether those stars that twinkling lustre ser
Are suns, and rolling worlds those suns attend

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Man may conjecture, and new schemes declare,
Yet all his systems but conjectures are :
But this we know, that heav'n's eternal King,
Who bade this universe from nothing spring,
Can at his Word bid num'rous worlds appear,
And rising worlds th' all-powerful Word shall hear.

When to the western main the sun descends,
To other lands a rising day he lends;
'The spreading dawn another shepherd spies,
The wakeful flocks from their warm folds arise ;
Refresh'd the peasant seeks his early toil,
And bids the plough correct his fallow soil.
While we in sleep's embraces waste the night,
The climes oppos'd enjoy meridian light;
And when those lands the busy sun forsakes,
With us again the rosy morning wakes;
In lazy sleep the night rolls swift away,
And neither clime laments his absent ray.

When the pure soul is from the body flown,
No more shall night's alternate reign be knowo:
The sun no more shall rolling light bestow,
But from th' Almighty streams of glory flow.
Oh, may some nobler thought my soul employ
Than empty, transient, sublunary, joy!
The stars shall drop, the sun shall lose his flame,
But thou, O God, for ever shine the same.

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THE FUNERAL,

An Eclogue.
Stranger. Whom are they ushering from the world,

with all
This pageantry and long parade of death?

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Yet all his systems but conjectures 25t:
But this we know, that hear'n's eternal Link
Who bade this universe from nothing sprig,
Can at his Word bid num'rous worlds appet
And rising worlds th'all-powerful Word dort

When to the western main the sun das
To other lands a rising day he lends;

Refresh'd the peasant seeks his early teil

, And bids the plough correct his fallor sail

The climes oppos'd enjoy meridian light;
And when those lands the busy sun forsalas
With us again the rosy morning wakes;
In lazy sleep the night rolls swift awar,
And neither clime laments his absent rap,

When the pure soul is from the body low
No more shall night's alternate reigu da kort
The sun no more shall rolling light bestos,
But from thAlmighty streams of glory to

Townsman, A long parade, indeed, sir, and yet

here You see but half; round yonder bend it reaches A furlong farther, carriage behind carriage.

S. 'Tis but a mournful sight, and yet the pomp Tempts me to stand a gazer.

T. Yonder School-boy

Who plays the truant, says the proclamation
The spreading dawn another shepherd spic Of peace was nothing to the show, and even
The wakeful flocks from their warm toldos The chairing of the members at election

Would not have been a finer sight than this;

Only that red and green are prettier colours
While we in sleep's embraces waste the nick Than all this mourning.-There, sir, you behold

One of the red gown'd worthies of the city,
The envy and the boast of our exchange,
Aye, what was worth last week, a good half million.
Screw'd down in yonder hearse.

S. Then he was born
Under a lucky planet, who to-day
Puts mourning on for his inheritance.

T. When first I heard his death, that very wish

Of the Comedy bath waken'd wiser thoughts; Oh, may some nobler thought my soul empor Leapt to my lips; but now the closing scene

And I bless God, that when I go to the grave,
There will not be the weight of wealth like his
To sink me down.

S. The camel and the needle,
Is that then your mind?

T. Even so. The text
Is gospel wisdom. I would ride the camel,
Yea, leap him dying through the needle's eye,
As easily as such a pamper'd soul
Could pass the narrow gate.

Than empty, transient, sublunary, joy!
The stars shall drop, the sun shall lose his fas:
But thou, O God, for ever shine the same.

THE FUNERAL

An Eclogue.
Stranger. Whom are they ushering from the meri

with all
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S. Your pardon, sir ;
But sure this lack of Christian charity
Looks not like Christian truth.

T. Your pardon tvo, sir,
If, with this text before me, I should feel
In the preaching mood ! But for these barren fig

trees,
With all their flourish and their leafiness,
We have been told their destiny and use,
When the axe is laid unto the root, and they
Cumber the earth no longer.

S. Was his wealth
Stord fraudfully, the spoil of orphans wrong'd,
And widows who had none to plead their right?

T. All honest, open, honourable, gains ; Fair legal interests, bonds and mortgages, Ships to the East and West.

S. Why judge you then So hardly of the dead ?

T. For what he left Undone ;--for sips, not one of which is mention de TIT VE In the Ten Commandments. He, I warrant him. Believ'd no other Gods than those of the Creed: Bow'd to no idols,--but his money-bags : Swore no false oaths,except at a custom-house . Kept the Sabbath idle : built a monument To honour bis dead father; did no murder : Was too old-fashion’d for adultery ; Never picked pockets : never bore false witness : And never, with that all-commanding wealth, Coveted his neighbour's house, nor ox, mor ass. S. You knew him, then, it seems ?

T. As all men know The virtues of your bundred-thousanders ;

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S. Nay, nay, uncharitable sir! for often
Doth bounty like a streamlet flow unseen,
Fresbening and giving life along its course.

T. We track the streamlet by the brighter green
In the preaching mood! But for these im And livelier growth it gives :--but, as for this-

This was a pool that stagnated and stunk,
With all their Bourish and their leafitions The raids of heaver engender'd nothing in it

But slime and foul corruption.

s. Yet even these
Are reservoirs, whence public cbarity
S. Was his was still keeps her channels full.

T. Now, sir, you touch
And widow's who had none to plead toti Upon the point. This man of half a million

But the poor man rung never at his door ;
7. All bonest, open, honourable, gaios, Had all these public virtues which you praise :

And the old beggar at the public gate,
Who, all the summer long, stands, hat in hand,
He knew how vain it was to lift an eye
To that bard face. Yet he was always found
Among your ten and twenty pound subscribers,
Your benefactors in the news-papers.
His alms were money put to interest
In the other world,--donations to keep open
A running charity-account with heaven :-

When, for the trusted talents, strict account
Swore no false oaths, except at a custom-Retaining fees against the last aşsizes,

Shall be required from all,and the old Arch-Lawyer
Plead his own cause as plaintiff.

S. I must needs
Believe you, sir:- these are your witnesses,
These mourners here, who from their carriages
Gape at the gaping crowd. A good March wind
Were to be pray'd for now, to lend their eyes
Some decent rheum. The very hireling nute

Fair legal interests, bonds and mortgages
Ships to the East and West.

S. Why judge
So hardly of the dead?

7. For what he left Undone ;--for sins, not one of which is ex In the Ten Commandments. He, I warria i Belier'd no other Gods than those of the Chei Bow'd to do idols. --but his money bags :

Kept the Sabbath idle: built a monument
To honour his dead father; did no murder
Was too old-fashion'd for adultery;
Never picked pockets : never bore false mitse
And never, with that all-commanding realid.
Coveted bis neighbour's house, nor os, der
S. You knew him, then, it seems?

7. As all men know

The yirtues of your hundred-thousanders;

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