Yes, and from winds, and waves, and central night,
Tho' prifon'd there, my duft too I reclaim,

(To duft when drop proud nature's proudeft spheres)
And live intire. Death is the crown of life:
Were death deny'd, poor man would live in vain ;
Were death deny'd, to live would not be life;
Were death deny'd, ev'n fools would wish to die.
Death wounds to cure: we fall; we rife; we reign!
Spring from our fetters; faften in the skies;
Where blooming Eden withers in our fight:

Death gives us more than was in Eden loft.
This king of terrors is the prince of peace.
When fhall I die to vanity, pain, death?
When fhall I die P-When fhall I live for ever?

NIGHT the FOURTH.

THE

CHRISTIAN TRIUMPH.

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NIGHT the FOURTH

THE

CHRISTIAN TRIUMPH.

Containing

Our only CURE for the FEAR of DEATH;

And Proper SENTIMENTS of HEART on that ineftimable Bleffing.

To the Honble Mr. YORK E.

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Much indebted mufe, O YORK E! intrudes.

Amid the fmiles of fortune, and of youth,

Thine ear is patient of a serious song.

How deep implanted in the breaft of man
The dread of death? I fing its fov'reign cure.

Why ftart at death? Where is he? Death arriv'd,
Is paft; not come, or gone, he's never here.
Ere hope, fenfation fails; black-boding man

Receives,