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EPITAPH.
Stranger! this epitaph is not design'd
To praise or censure him who sleeps beneath;
For praise is useless, censure is unkind,
When life's important task is clos'd by death.
To praise or censure him who sleeps beneath;
For praise is useless, censure is unkind,
When life's important task is clos'd by death.
To rouse the living; to awake the fear
Of trembling age, and fix the youthful choice;
The dead shall speak. Oh! with attention hear,
While health and life are thine, the warning voice.
Of trembling age, and fix the youthful choice;
The dead shall speak. Oh! with attention hear,
While health and life are thine, the warning voice.
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Time may be lost, and soon shall be destroy'd:
No watchman cries the hour beneath the sod.
Death dost thou dread? the sting of death avoid:
Seek'st thou for pleasure? learn to please thy GOD.
No watchman cries the hour beneath the sod.
Death dost thou dread? the sting of death avoid:
Seek'st thou for pleasure? learn to please thy GOD.
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