III. THE DEAD O'er whom we tread : But few years past trod o'er The church-yard—and are now no more: Silent and dank they rest-the boist'rous world, With all its storms, affrights them not-their sails are furl'd. IV. TO MUSE, And to diffuse Our musings 'mongst the young, Ready to join the busy throng, -is what Experience owes to Youth : Of men Let them beware of slighting wisdom and reproof! V. UPON A plank we run, Across a gulph that yawns Life's path is thick beset with thorns! It is a meadow all bestrew'd with flowers! It is a stormy sea !—a day of gentle showers! VI. THE PAST! The thought how vast Epoch on Epoch, have evolv'd! Yet "the first cause" is still unsolv'd; The problem's, not for man's infirmity Of mind-we cannot comprehend "eternity!" S. GREG., in pastoral. O Wisdom! with how sweet an art doth thy wine and oil restore health to my healthless soul! how powerfully merciful, how mercifully powerful art thou! powerful for me, merciful to me! ANON. The Church-yard is a delightful garden, and the Charnel-house a mansion of sweet savour to the enquiring soul; for they lead to meditation on the fragileness and noisomeness of this corruptible, and the necessary preparation for the incorruptible state. PSALM 73, v. 28. But it is good for me to draw near to God; I have put my trust in the Lord God. EPIG. The Tombstone "records" of the village dead Invite the passer-by to-" stop and read!” Of earth! whate'er thy rank-whate'er thy creed. |