Poems on Several Occasions By the late Reverend Thomas Fitzgerald. Published by his Grandson, the Reverend Thomas Wintour |
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THOUGHT upon DEATH. |
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A THOUGHT upon DEATH.
'Tis vain, my Soul, 'tis impious all,
The Human Lot to mourn,
That Life so soon must fleet away,
And Dust to Dust return.
The Human Lot to mourn,
That Life so soon must fleet away,
And Dust to Dust return.
Alas! from Death the Terrors fly
When once 'tis understood;
'Tis Nature's Call, 'tis God's Decree,
And is, and must be good.
When once 'tis understood;
'Tis Nature's Call, 'tis God's Decree,
And is, and must be good.
Wearied his Limbs with honest Toil,
And void of Cares his Breast,
See how the lab'ring Hind sinks down
Each Night to wholesom Rest.
And void of Cares his Breast,
See how the lab'ring Hind sinks down
Each Night to wholesom Rest.
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No nauseous Fumes perplex his Sleep,
No guilty Starts surprise;
The Visions that his Fancy forms,
All free and chearful rise.
No guilty Starts surprise;
The Visions that his Fancy forms,
All free and chearful rise.
So thou, nor led by Lusts astray,
Nor gall'd with anxious Strife,
With virtuous Industry fulfil
The plain Intent of Life,
Nor gall'd with anxious Strife,
With virtuous Industry fulfil
The plain Intent of Life,
Pass calmly thy appointed Day,
And usefully employ,
And then thou'rt sure, whate'er succeeds,
Is Rest, and Peace, and Joy.
And usefully employ,
And then thou'rt sure, whate'er succeeds,
Is Rest, and Peace, and Joy.
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