Madmoments: or First Verseattempts By a Bornnatural. Addressed to the Lightheaded of Society at Large, by Henry Ellison |
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THE GRAVE. |
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THE GRAVE.
Descend with me into the Grave, and thereGather what Time has left: look back upon
The giddy World, and think when all is won
That boundless Folly covets, still the Care,
The Fret, the Toil of years, unerring bear
To this poor Goal: here sets false Glory's Sun,
Weath's Glitter fades, and Pleasure's Course is run!
What wouldst thou bring with thee? Earth's seemingfair
Yet hollow Gauds, or with more sober Eye,
The healing Conscience, that plucks out the thorns
From an unquiet Deathbed? of Eternity
This is the narrow Pass, and here must die
All that is not eternal: Truth still warns
From the Grave's Dust, but man her Counsel scorns!
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