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Few watch the fading beams of day,

But muse on joys as quickly flown ;
Tint after tint they die away
Till all at last are gone.

So saith the wise man : and full well he knew,
For he had tried the world in all its forms,
But could not find amid the varied scene

One real joy to feast the immortal soul ;

He wandered labyrinths of pleasure thro',
But all was dark , he saw po beam of light
Dart from its horizon to light him through ;
He trod even vice's dismal dark abode,
And would have perished there had not an arm

Almighty snatched him in his wild career.
Alas ! Alas ! is this the fate ofman ?

One butof yesterday, to -morrow's sun
May seek him out in vain .

Is there no joy

Lasting and pure, that fleets not with the breath,
But lasts as long as we ourselves shall last ?
Oh yes! and ere he died, he found it too :

Religion's paths are pleasure, and her ways are peace .
I love to roam

Amongst the silent dwellings of the dead,
And revel in the melancholy gloom
Which in the twilight o'er the tombs are spread ;
' Tis then I feel that life is but a dream,

An airy vision floating on the waves of time.
' Tis here I make my home
Below the sod-Here, rich and poor must lie,
The only difference is one has a tomb,

The other nought but pure affection's sigh ;
The slave whogroaned beneath oppression's yoke
Will here be free by death's thrice welcome stroke.
I here ere long shall lie,

Forgotten by the world ; I here shall sleep
Tilltime is swallowed up in vast eternity ,
And earth becomes a ruined shapeless heap ;

But if thy favour, Lord, I here shall gain ,
I then with thee for evermore shall reign .