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28.

Affliction dug this grave

for me,

And Time is digging thine for thee,

29.

Reader, to thee it is not given

On themes of bliss alone to dwell;
That HOLY BOOK which proffers heaven
Appals us with the pains of hell.

But if thy hope on Him relies

Who promis'd mansions bright and fair,
Thine humbled heart will ne'er despise
The dread abode of dark despair.

30.

He labour'd in the fields his bread to gain,

He plough'd, he sow'd, he reap'd the yellow

grain;

And now, by death from future service driven,
Is gone to keep his harvest-home in heaven.

31.

He adorned the doctrine of God his Saviour by a holy life, and illustrated the power of the Gospel in a happy death.

32.

Hark! hark! a cry is gone abroad from every peopled plain,

It sweeps along the sounding shore, it murmurs from the main ;

From every varied spot of earth where human creatures be,

It loudly echoes through the land, and spreads from sea to sea.

From palace wall, and humble cot,-from town and village lone,—

From every newly-open'd grave, and every churchyard stone,

In every language under heaven, a voice repeats the cry,

Thy days are number'd, mortal man; and thou art born to die."

Whate'er thy state may be, whate'er the paths thy feet have trod,

Forsake thy sins, and lowly kneel, and seek the Lord thy God.

Prepare thee for the bed of death, though now thy bosom burn;

For dust thou art, and suddenly to dust shalt thou

return.

What though ten thousand flattering tongues conspire to praise thee now,

Though glittering stars adorn thy breast, and diadems thy brow ;—

Mid all thy dreams of earthly bliss, thou soon shalt hear the cry,

Thy days are number'd, mortal man; and thou art doom'd to die.

33.

We have followed him through the chequered scenes of his eventful pilgrimage, and have seen how a man of God can live and die.

34.

Farewell, my babe; no more I press
Thy form of light and loveliness:
All knew, who gaz'd on thy sweet face,
It was an angel's dwelling-place.

And if that realm where thou art now
Be fill'd with beings such as thou,
From sin preserv'd, from sorrow freed,
Then heaven must be a heaven indeed.

35.

O hast thou whisper'd in thine heart,
"I am too young to die,"

When thousands, younger than thou art,
In death and darkness lie?

To summon thee to meet thy doom,
How quick may be the call!

E'en while thou bendest o'er my tomb,
The dart of Death may fall.

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36.

The name inscribed on this Record of Death will perish in the dust; but it is written also in the Book of Life, where it will endure for ever.

37.

Though all thy piety and love

Our sorrowing hearts remember well; Yet would we raise our thoughts above, Nor idly on thy virtues dwell.

Unhallow'd incense shall not rise,

Where Death has triumph'd o'er thy doom;

Nor Flattery fling her vanities

O'er the pale tenant of the tomb.

With heavenly aid we hope and trust

To follow where thy steps have trod;

And leave thy body in the dust,
Believing that thou art with God.

38.

Doom'd o'er the watery waste to roam,
Full oft he brav'd the tempest's strife,
Till his Redeemer call'd him home,
And he was shipwreck'd into life.

39.

She is gone to the land where the care-worn and

weary

Enjoy the sweet rapture of sacred repose; She has quitted for ever this wilderness dreary,

And bid a long farewell to time and its woes.

While on earth she was lov'd, and we deeply deplore her:

But, Ah! shall a murmur escape from our breast? Do you ask how she liv'd? She set heaven be

fore her.

Do you ask how she died? In the faith of the bless'd.

40.

When Fear assail'd, Faith bade the phantom flee; Sin bound him fast, but Christ has set him free.

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If thou hast never stepp'd aside

From Wisdom's ways and Virtue's track;

If thou hast met Temptation's tide,

And beaten every billow back;

Then wilt thou, as thou passest by,
The faults of others freely scan,
And gazing with an angry eye,
Severely judge thy fellow-man.

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