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Tho' prison'd there, my dust too I reclaim,

(To dust when drop proud nature's proudest 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 rise; we reign!
Spring from our fetters; fasten in the skies;
Where blooming Eden withers in our sight :
Death gives us more than was in Eden lost.

This king of terrors is the prince of peace.fr. Job 18:14

When shall I die to vanity, pain, death?

When shall I die?-When shall I live for ever?

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He rose, He rose, He burst the bars of Feath,
Lift up your heads,

And

ye everlasting gates, give the King of Glory to come in.

London; Pub Jan 1.1802. by Vernor & Hood, and the other Proprietors.

J.Neagle se

Page, 68.

NIGHT THE FOURTH.

THE

CHRISTIAN TRIUMPH :

CONTAINING

OUR ONLY CURE FOR THE FEAR OF DEATH;

AND

PROPER SENTIMENTS OF HEART ON THAT

INTERESTING BLESSING.

ΤΟ

THE HONOURABLE MR. YORKE.

A MUCH indebted muse, O YORKE! intrudes.

Amid the smiles of fortune, and of youth,
Thine ear is patient of a serious song.
How deep implanted in the breast of man
The dread of death! I sing its sov'reign cure.
Why start at death? Where is he? Death arriv'd,
Is past; not come, or gone, he's never here.
Ere hope, sensation fails; black-boding man
Receives, not suffers, death's tremendous blow.
The knell, the shroud, the mattock, and the grave;
The deep damp vault, the darkness, and the worm;
These are the bugbears of a winter's eve,

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