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a Aj T j* ON THE WELCH CUSTOM OF PLANTING THE GRAVES WfTa FLOWERS. Why, simple Cambrians, do you rear These fond but vain memorials here? The memory of the good and just SolidI, sweet, and blossoms ill the dust, Although no flowery records bloom Aroiia(i tieir low un,ctilptu,d toillb. Bllt vice will uuregrelted lie, Unhallowed by a passing sigh, • Though round its decorated shrine Unnumbered roses proudly twine. MAN RESTORED BY GlUC". I Child of man, whose seed below Must fulril their race of woe! Heir of want, and doubt, and pain, Does thy fainting breast co:iil)litiii ? Oh. in thought, one night recall, Night of grief in Herod's halij I here I bore the vengeance due, treely bore it ail for you, if C''iild of ditst, corruption's son, By pride deceiv'd, by pride undone, Willing captive, yet be free, Take my yoke, and lcaru of me. I, of Re¡¡.v'u and earth the Lord, God with God, the eternal Word, t } for,sook my Father's side; Toil d and wept, and bled aud died. in. Cdild of doubt, does fear surprise. Vexing thoughts within thee rise ? Wond'ring, murm'riug d'lst thou'gaze Oil evil men and evil days? Oil! if darkness round thee low'r, Darker far my dying hour, Which bade that fearful cry awake, 1 "1\1y God, My God, dost Tbou forsake IV. Cnild of sin, by guilt oppress'd, Heaves at last thy throbbing breast ? Hast thou felt the mourners part. Fear'st thou now thy faiiing heart: Bear thee on.belov'd of God, Tread the path thy Saviour trod He the tempter's power hath known, He bath pOllr'd the garden groan. V. Cnild of Heav'u by me restov'd; Love tÇy Saviour, serve thy Lord Seal d with that mysterious name, Bear thy cross and scorn the sham( Then, iike me, thy conflict o'er, "Hiou shalt rise to sleep no more Partner of my purchas'd throuc, 0.e injoy, in glory one. BOWDLUB. THE RADICAL. Iv e been for more than tweuty years what snarling people call, For want of some more hateful name, a thorough Radical, ^,e. P,aH taxes "rudgingly, and clainour'd at my fate, Winch thus compels ine to uphold a useless Cnurch and State- A S ate, with luxury o'ergrown-a Church of pride and sloth; 1 Why, if 1 could indu!ge my will, I would abolish both. [ have attended every mob, and held that doctrine right Which in the people concentrates the sov'reigntv of I've bid my auditors be bold, and shew the rich and great, I'hat they alone can constitute the sinews of the statef I've rail'd against all nobles, as a selfish greedy race, Who study to enrich themselves by hunting after place. I have denounced the landlords as a close hard-fisted band, Who make bread dear by keeping up monopolies in land, 1 have described the magistrates as men who only draw A certain sum to violate, and not uphold, the law. I have condemn'd the army, as a force that is maintain'd, By which the people's rights can be at any time restraiu'd Yet notwithstanding all the zeal and ardour I have shewn, I've not a shilling in the world that I can call mv own. No dealings have my friends with me-I know'no reason wily, fhat they profess my sentiments, and are so very shy. There s not a tradesman who will give me credit for a day, For if he can't get paid at once, he takes his goods awav. And thus neglected by my friends, and lifted by my foes, There's little ia-ft for me to do but ponder o'er my WO:8, And wicked Tories laugh and say, I need not want for pelf, For he who thinks all others rogues, will die a rogue himself. °

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