The Indian Advocate
VOL XVI. NOVEMBER NO II
Ho mourns tho dead who lives as thov desire.
Where is that thrift, that avarice of Time,
Blest av'rice!) which tho thought of death inspires?
O timel than gol.i more sacred: more a load
Than lead, to fools: and fonls reputed wise.
What moment granted man without account?
What years are squanter'd, wisdom's debt unpaid!
Haste, haste, ho lies in wait, he's at the door,
Insidious Death; should his strong hand arrest.
No composition sets the prisoner free.
Kternitv's inexorable chain
Fast binds) and vengeance claims the full arrear.
How late I shudder'd on the brink! how late
Life call'd for her last refuge in despair!
For what rails thy disease? for moral aid.
Thou think'st it folly to be wise loo soon.
Youth is not rich in time, it may be, poor.
Part with it as with monev. sparing; pav
No moment, but in purchase of its worth
And what its worth, ask death-beds, they can tell.
Part with it as with life reluctant; big
With holy hope of nobler time to come.
Is this our duty, wisdom, glorv, gain? '
And sport we. like the natives of the bough,
When vernal suns inspire? Amusement reigns,
Man's great demand to tritle is to live;
And is it then a trifle, too, to die?
Who wants amusement in the flame of battle?
Is it not treason to tha soul immortal,
Her foes in arms, etcrnitv the prize?
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