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STANZAS. YTis good to pace the charehard walks, And mark the grates on either side, Or. where.the ru<ie X>ld.seixto|» talks >)Vilb sheer contempt of human pride. To contemplate the scatter'd bones That meet the eye so often there,- To read the morals on the stones, And think what fleeting things we are 'Tis good, at evening's sober hour, To sit on some negleoted tomb, And dwell on Death all-scourging pow'r, And man's inevitable doom. Because these thoughts are sure to win The spirit more or less from sin. Tis good, when to his final rest Some neighbouring friend is slowly borne, And those who made of death a jest Behind his senseless relics mourn,- To think that all oar pomp and sway, However bright and vast they be, But find their end in that decay Which soon o'ertakes mortality;- To think that all our toil and care, Oar labours day and night, but tend To place us where our fathers were, And nought remains to mark their end- Because such thoughts are sure to win The spirit more or less from sin. 'Tis good to watch the twinkling stars, At night's serene and tranquil noon, When nought the solemn stillness" mars, And not a cloud obscures the moon ;— To mark with what a quiet light Thev shine around th' Almighty's throne, And in the serious mind excite A love for Him: and Him aIone;- To mark with what peculiar care He regulates creation's reign, The boundless fields of light and air, The earth, and more astounding main,- Because such contemplations win The spirit more or less from sin. 'Tis good to place our hopes in Him, In Him whose unseen spirit dwells In every pulse, in every limb, The woods, the meads, the hills and dells;— To place our faith in Him alone, Nor trust to what the learned preach, Howe'er sublime may be the tone In which they urge their moral speech,- For He alone can snatch us hence, To realms of everlasting bliss, And free the soul from ev'ry sense That's wedded to a world like this, Until those happier shores it win, Where Virtue smiles at DEATH and SIN.

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