. Death's doings : consisting of numerous original compositions in verse and prose, the friendly contributions of various writers : principally intended as illustrations of thirty copper-plates . invaluable key By which the gate of mercy is unlockd, And life and happiness eternal gaind ? What! do I read in your inquiring looksThat you would fain this sacred treasure find?Go, then, and Virtue ask ;—shell loud proclaim,* The key to heaven is a conscience ! thou never-erring monitor; D 2 36 DEATH S DOINGS. Throughout lifes pilgrimage the faithful guide; Conscience ! by whom the so
. Death's doings : consisting of numerous original compositions in verse and prose, the friendly contributions of various writers : principally intended as illustrations of thirty copper-plates . invaluable key By which the gate of mercy is unlockd, And life and happiness eternal gaind ? What! do I read in your inquiring looksThat you would fain this sacred treasure find?Go, then, and Virtue ask ;—shell loud proclaim,* The key to heaven is a conscience ! thou never-erring monitor; D 2 36 DEATH S DOINGS. Throughout lifes pilgrimage the faithful guide; Conscience ! by whom the soul of man is warnd To shun the quicksands of a treachrous world ; How little art thou heeded!—Yet Lifes bark. Though tossd by storms of trouble and despair Upon the billows of uncertainty, Guided by Conscience, safely shall arrive At that blessd port of everlasting rest. That haven of perpetual delight. Whose waves pellucid lave Jehovahs throne. Ha!—see, the awful Preacher disappears!His desk and book are gone—and once more allIs still!—Yet, theres the charnel-house; and thereThe auditors in wild amazement stand!—O let me homeward turn, and meditateUpon the solemn scene. S. ^m 37 THE LAST OF THE GRACES.* {By the Author of The Arabs.) Let the chill Stoic look upon thy reign, 0 Beauty ! as a pageant, fleet and vain,—Whateer, through life, his varied course may be,Mans pilgrim heart shall turn, sweet shrine, to thine the fault, if false allurements claim The fools blind homage in thy sacred name: They are not fair who boast but outward grace— The naught but beautiful of form or face ; They are the lovely—they in whom unite Earths fleeting charms with Virtues heavenly light; Who, though they wither, yet, with faded bloom. Bear not their all of sweetness to the tomb. 1 had a dream, which, in my waking hour,Seemed less the work of Fancys airy powerThan Reasons deep creation ; for the hueOf life was oer it:—life approves it true. * Written as an Illust
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