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How few and evil are thy days,
Trouble and peril haunt thy ways:
And dost Thou look on such an one? Will God to judgment call
A worm, for what a worm hath done
As fail the waters from the deep,
Man lieth down in dreamless sleep;
Man lieth down, no more to wake,
-O hide me till thy wrath be past,
Hide me, where hope may anchor fast, In my Redeemer's grave,
HARK! the song of jubilee,
God omnipotent shall reign;
Echo round the earth and main.
Hallelujah!-hark! the sound,
Sheath'd his sword!-He speaks,-'tis done;
And the kingdoms of this worid
Are the kingdoms of his Son.
He shall reign from pole to pole,
He shall reign, when, like a scroll,
FRIEND after friend departs;
Beyond the flight of time,
Beyond the reign of death,—
There is a world above,
Where parting is unknown;
Formed for the good alone;
Thus star by star declines,
As morning high and higher shines,
Nor sink those stars in empty night,
But hide themselves in heaven's own light.
THIS shadow on the dial's face,
What is it? mortal man!
It is the scythe of time:
Yet, in its calm career,
It levels all beneath the sky;
And still, through each succeeding year,
Till nature's race be run,
And time's last shadow shall eclipse the sun.
Nor only o'er the dial's face,
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,
Then time, the conqueror, will suspend
Points from the churchyard stone.
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 boil'd,
And answer'd with his voice of storms,-" "Twas man ; "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.