Nugae Modernae Morning thoughts, and midnight musings: consisting of casual reflections, egotisms, &c. In prose and verse. By Thomas Park |
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A MIDNIGHT MUSING.
“While I thus mused the fire kindled, and at the last I spake
with my tongue.”—Ps. xxxix. 4.
It is an awful thing, men say, to die!
All do avouch it at their final hour,
Plac'd on the brink of an eternity,
When the “dark valley” just begins to lour.
Yet such is this world's fascinating power,
Those who can preach about futurity
Still live as though its birth would never come;
Talk of high heaven, and its felicity,
And yet make earth their only, only home.
Alas, alas! what future woes betide
Such dread delusion: with what harrowing fear
Will rocks and hills be call'd upon to hide,
When at the bar of justice we appear,
And shuddering find, as terror gasps for breath,
The day of Judgement close the night of Death!
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