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How few and evil are thy days,
And dost Thou look on such an one?
Man lieth down, no more to wake,
-O hide me till thy wrath be past,
Hark! the song of jubilee,
Hallelujah!_hark! the sound,
FRIEND after friend departs;
Who hath not lost a friend ? There is no union here of hearts
That finds not here an end; Were this frail world our final rest, Living or dying, none were blest.
Beyond the flight of time,
Beyond the reign of death,-
Where life is not a breath;
There is a world above,
Where parting is unknown;
Formed for the good alone;
Thus star by star declines,
Till all are past away:
To pure and perfect day :
This shadow on the dial's face,
That steals from day to day, With slow, unseen, unceasing pace,
Moments, and months, and years away ; This shadow, which, in every clime,
Since light and motion first began,
What is it? mortal man!
Yet, in its calm career,
And still, through each succeeding year,
This silent phantom, day by day, With slow, unseen, unceasing pace,
Steals moments, months, and years away; From hoary rock, and aged tree,
From proud Palmyra's mouldering walls, From Teneriffe, towering o'er the sea,
From every blade of grass, it falls ; For still where'er a shadow sweeps,
The scythe of time destroys, And man at every footstep weeps
O'er evanescent joys ;
Life's flowerets glittering with the dews of morn,
His scythe, a trophy, on my tomb,
Each frail beholder's doom.
Though time's triumphant flight be shown,-
Points from the churchyard stone.
_66 'Twas man ;
I ASK'd the heavens ;" What foe to God hath done “This unexampled deed?”—the heavens exclaim, “ 'Twas man ;-and we in horror snatch'd the sun “ From such a spectacle of guilt and shame.” I ask'd the sea ;—the sea in fury boild, And answer'd with his voice of storms,
My waves in panic at his crime recoil'd, “ Disclosed the abyss, and from the centre ran.” I ask'd the earth ;—the earth replied aghast, “ 'Twas man; and such strange pangs my bosom rent, “ That still I groan and shudder at the past.”
- To man, gay, smiling, thoughtless man, I went, And ask'd him next: he turn'd a scornful eye, Shook his proud head, and deign'd me no reply.