On A Similar Occasion. For The Year 1792.

Felix, qui potuit rerum cognoscere causas,     Atque metus omnes et inexorabile fatum     Subjecit pedibus, strepitumque Acherontis avari!Virg.     Happy the mortal who has traced effects     To their first cause, cast fear beneath his feet     And death and roaring hells voracious fires!     Thankless for favours from on high,     Man thinks he fades too soon;     Though tis his privilege to die,     Would he improve the boon.     But he, not wise enough to scan     His blest concerns aright,     Would gladly stretch lifes little span     To ages, if he might.     To ages in a world of pain,     To ages, where he goes     Galld by afflictions heavy chain,     And hopeless of repose.     Strange fondness of the human heart,     Enamourd of its harm!     Strange world, that costs it so much smart,     And still has power to charm!     Whence has the world her magic power?     Why deem we death a foe?     Recoil from weary lifes best hour,     And covet longer woe?     The cause is ConscienceConscience oft     Her tale of guilt renews:     Her voice is terrible though soft,     And dread of death ensues.     Then anxious to be longer spared,     Man mourns his fleeting breath:     All evils then seem light, compared     With the approach of death.     Tis judgment shakes him: theres the fear     That prompts the wish to stay:     He has incurrd a long arrear,     And must despair to pay.     Pay!follow Christ, and all is paid;     His death your peace ensures;     Think on the grave where He was laid,     And calm descend to yours.