"I charge thee LIVE !-repent and pray; In dust thine infamy deplore;

There yet is mercy ;-go thy way,

And sin no more.

"Art thou a MOURNER ?-Hast thou known

The joy of innocent delights,

Endearing days for ever flown,

And tranquil nights?

"O LIVE!and deeply cherish still The sweet remembrance of the past:

Rely on Heaven's unchanging will

For peace at last.

"Art thou a WANDERER?-Hast thou seen O'erwhelming tempests drown thy bark?

A shipwreck'd sufferer hast thou been,

Misfortune's mark?

"Though long of winds and waves the sport,
Condemn'd in wretchedness to roam,

LIVE!-thou shalt reach a sheltering port,
A quiet home.

"To FRIENDSHIP didst thou trust thy fame,

And was thy Friend a deadly foe,
Who stole into thy breast, to aim

A surer-blow?

"LIVE!—and repine not o'er his loss,

A loss unworthy to be told:

Thou hast mistaken sordid dross

For friendship's gold..

"Seek the true treasure, seldom found, Of power the fiercest griefs to calm,

And sooth the bosom's deepest wound

With heavenly balm.

"Did WOMAN'S charms thy youth beguile,

And did the Fair One faithless prove?

Hath she betray'd thee with her smile,

And sold thy love?

"LIVE! 'Twas a false bewildering fire:

Too often Love's insidious dart

Thrills the fond soul with wild desire,

But kills the heart.

"Thou yet shalt know, how sweet, how dear,

To gaze on listening Beauty's eye!

To ask, and pause in hope and fear

Till she reply.

"A nobler flame shall warm thy breast, A brighter maiden faithful prove;

Thy youth, thine age, shall yet be blest

In woman's love.

"Whate'er thy lot,-Whoe'er thou be,

Confess thy folly,-kiss the rod,

And in thy chastening sorrows see

The hand of GOD.

"A bruised reed he will not break; Afflictions all his children feel;

He wounds them for his mercy's sake,

He wounds to heal!

"Humbled beneath his mighty hand,

Prostrate his Providence adore:

'Tis done!-Arise! HE bids thee stand,

To fall no more.

"Now, Traveller in the vale of tears!

To realms of everlasting light,

Through Time's dark wilderness of years,

Pursue thy flight.

"There is a calm for those who weep,

A rest for weary Pilgrims found :

And while the mouldering ashes sleep

Low in the ground;

"The Soul, of origin divine,

GOD'S glorious image, freed from clay,

In heaven's eternal sphere shall shine

A star of day!

"The SUN is but a spark of fire,

A transient meteor in the sky;
The SOUL, immortal as its Sire,

SHALL NEVER DIE."