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    His home he sees in all its wonted charms , Xiis longing sire with ready opening arms ; And oh ! what rapture ! sees the aged man . His grey locks trembling and his fea * tureswan , * Midst friends assembl'd draw his seat

    mote near And bending low lean on his staff to hear Him talk of battles and exulting tell , What foe 6 were vanquished and what heroes fell ! 3 tat to what changes still must man conform , What brightening sunshine oft precedes the storm !

    His home he finds , —but there no sire he meets , His friends caress him , but no father greets . How pale his cheek , how sickened was the sou } Which unappalled heard war ' s loud thunders roll , When now alas ! each dream of fancy fled A sister ' s tears declare a father dead I Silent and sad , by filial love imprest , He seeks the church-yard where his ashes

    rest—Hest !—no : —they rest not now—upon the ground The rude wind blowing scatters them around ; No rising turf , no sculpturM stone is nigh To tell th' inquiring mourner where they lie . When mad ambition drunk with human blood O ' er mankind wields oppression ' s iron

    rod , And lawless power with arbitrary sway flukes trembling mortals her commands obey , ^ . Then midst their troubles still the wretched have , The hope of refuge in the peaceful grave ; But ye more rude , eveo there that rest deny , l ^ ot even the dead can unmoles ted lie . Ye hardened souls , unfeeling qtad unfrifld , Deaf to affection and to nature blind , W&flt pride , what passion , or what hope of praise Could prompt your hearts to work a a deed so base !

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    Say were tltose- ashe * which y «* ptog * away , Too mean to mingle with your nobler clay ! Or on that ground now mournfully renewed ,

    Where graves are ransacked and where bones are strew " cU ( When death , dread king , performs his high behest , ) Will ye sleep sounder ? Will yje softer rest ?

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    COTTAGEBy the side of a stream * at the Foot of a feiU , In a neat little cot that was JoirTd to a mill , Liv'd a family blest with sweet smiling content ; And the neighbours caress e d them * wherever they went .

    For old Ralph was a man of devotion and truth , Who had walked with his God from the morning of youth , And the close of his life * iike an evening in May , Seem'd to promise the cloudless return of the day .

    His dear Mary , whom age had made languid and pale , Was once famed for her beauty , tfce rose of the vale : She was pious and chearful , kind hearted and free , And as steadfast in friendship as tnp * al could be .

    All her household Affairs she could manage with ease , And the joy of her heart was her husband to please . At the church , in the village , at market and fair , They were known by the name of wi old happy pair .

    Heaven blest them with children , but took them again , So that now , only Ralph and his jpart * ner remain ; Their best hopes were on high , and they fear'd not the grave , , For they lean ' d on an aflS * that V « tS mighty to save .

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  • Monthly Repository (1806-1838) and Unitarian Chronicle (1832-1833), May 2, 1809, page 292, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse-os.kdl.kcl.ac.uk/periodicals/mruc/issues/vm2-ncseproduct1736/page/46/