ON A SIMILAR OCCASION, FOR THE YEAR 1789. -Placidaque ibi demum morte quievit. VIRG. There calm at length he breath'd his soul away. "O MOST delightful hour by man "Experienc'd here below, "The hour that terminates his span, "His folly, and his wo! "Worlds should not bribe me back to tread Again life's dreary waste, "To see again my day o'erspread "With all the gloomy past. My home henceforth is in the skies; "Earth, seas, and sun, adieu! "All Heav'n unfolded to my eyes, "I have no sight for you." So spake Aspasio, firm possess'd Then breath'd his soul into it's rest, He was a man among the few Sincere on virtue's side; And all his strength from Scripture drew To hourly use applied. That rule he priz'd, by that he fear'd, Nor ever frown'd, or sad appear'd, But when his heart had rov'd. For he was frail, as thou or I, And evil felt within: But, when he felt it, heav'd a sigh, Such liv'd Aspasio; and at last Call'd up from Earth to Heav'n, The gulf of death triumphant pass'd, By gales of blessing driv❜n. His joys be mine, each Reader cries, When my last hour arrives: They shall be yours, my Verse replies, ON A SIMILAR OCCASION, FOR THE YEAR 1790. Ne commonentem recta sperne. BUCHANAN. Despise not my good counsel. He who sits from day to day, Hardly knows that he has sung. Where the watchman in his round Wakes the sooner for his cry. So your verse-man I, and clerk, Yearly in my song proclaim Death at hand-yourselves his mark And the foe's unerring aim. Duly at my time I come, Publishing to all aloud Soon the grave must be your home, But the monitory strain, Oft repeated in your ears, Seems to sound too much in vain, Wins no notice, wakes no fears. Can a truth by all confess'd Of such magnitude and weight, Grow, by being oft impress'd, Trivial as a parrot's prate? Pleasure's call attention wins, Hear it often as we may; New as ever seem our sins, Though committed ev'ry day. |