SUBMISSION. O LORD, my best desire fulfil, Life, health, and comfort, to thy will, Why should I shrink at thy command, No, let me rather freely yield Thy favour all my journey through Wisdom and mercy guide my way, A poor blind creature of a day, But ah! my inward spirit cries, Else the next cloud that veils my skies, STANZAS joined to the Yearly Bill of Mortality of the Parish All Saints, Northampton.* Anno Domini, 1787. Pallida Mors æquo pulsat pcde pauperum tabernas, Regumque turres. HORACE. Pale Death with equal foot strikes wide the door WHILE thirteen moons saw smoothly run All these, life's rambling journey done, Was man (frail always) made more frail Did famine or did plague prevail, That so much death appears? No; these were vig'rous as their sires, Like crowded forest-trees we stand, Green as the bay tree, ever green, With its new foliage on, Composed for John Cox, parish clerk of Northampton. The gay, the thoughtless, have I seen, Read, ye that run, the awful truth, No present health can health ensure No med'cine, though it oft can cure, And O! that, humble as my lot, These truths, though known, too much forgot, So prays your clerk with all his heart, And, ere he quits the pen, Begs you for once to take his part, And answer all-Amen! COULD I, from Heaven inspired, as sure presage How each would trembling wait the mournful sheet, On which the press might stamp him next to die; And, reading here his sentence, how replete With anxious meaning, heaven-ward turn his eye! Time then would seem more precious than the joys, Then doubtless many a trifler, on the brink Of this world's hazardous and headlong shore, Ah self-deceived! Could I prophetic say Observe the dappled foresters, how light They bound and airy o'er the sunny gladeOne falls-the rest, wide-scattered with affright, Vanish at once into the darkest shade. Had we their wisdom, should we, often warned, Die self-accused of life run all to waste? Sad waste! for which no after-thrift atones: Learn then, ye living! by the mouths be taught ON A SIMILAR OCCASION, FOR THE YEAR 1789. -Placidaque ibi demum morte quievit. VIRG. ww "O MOST delightful hour by man The hour that terminates his span, |