And whether being craz'd or blind, Or seeking with a bias'd mind, Have not, it seems, discern'd it. Oh Friendship! if my soul forego May I myself at last appear Pale Death, with equal foot strikes wide the door Of royal Halls and hovels of the Poor. WHILE thirteen moons saw smoothly run The Nen's barge-laden wave, All these, Life's rambling journey done, Was Man (frail always) made more frail Than in foregoing years? 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, And some are mark'd to fall; The axe will smite at God's command, Green as the Bay-tree, ever green The Gay, the Thoughtless, I have seen, Read, ye that run! the solemn truth No present Health can Health insure, Can always baulk the tomb. And Oh! that humble as my Lot, These truths, though known, too much forgot, I may not each in vain. I Pale Death, with equal foot strikes wide the door Of royal Halls and hovels of the Poor. WHILE thirteen moons saw smoothly run The Nen's barge-laden wave, 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, And some are mark'd to fall; The axe will smite at God's command, Green as the Bay-tree, ever green The Gay, the Thoughtless, I have seen, Read, ye that run! the solemn truth No present Health can Health insure, And Oh! that humble as my Lot, And scorn'd as is my strain, These truths, though known, too much forgot, I may not each in vain. I |