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they seem to claim A lot conspicuous in the lists of Fame, Transient as human joys; to feeble age They love to linger on this earthly stage, And think it cruel to be call'd away On the faint morn of life's disastrous day. Yet ah! how many infants on the breast By Heaven's indulgence sink to endless rest! And oft decrepid age his lot bewails, Whom every ill of lengthen'd life assails. Hence sick despondence thinks the human lot A gift of fleeting breath too dearly bought: But should the voice of Fame's obstreperous blast From ages on to future ages last, E'en to the trump of doom,--how poor the prize Whose worth depends upon the changing skies! What time bestows and claims (the fleeting breath Of Fame) is but, at best, a second death-- A death that none of mortal race can shun, That wastes the brood of time, and triumphs o'er the sun. BOYD. THE TRIUMPH OF ETERNITY. _Da poi che sotto 'l ciel cosa non vidi._ When all beneath the ample cope of heaven I saw, like clouds before the tempest driven, In sad vicissitude's eternal round, Awhile I stood in holy horror bound; And thus at last with self-exploring mind, Musing, I ask'd, "What basis I could find To fix my trust?" An inward voice replied, "Trust to the Almighty: He thy steps shall guide; He never fails to hear the faithful prayer, But worldly hope must end in dark despair." Now, what I am, and what I was, I know; I see the seasons in procession go With still increasing speed; while things to come, Unknown, unthought, amid the growing gloom Of long futurity, perplex my soul, While life is posting to its final goal. Mine is the crime, who ought with clearer light To watch the winged years' incessant flight; And not to slumber on in dull delay Till circling seasons bring the doomful day. But grace is never slow in that, I trust, To wake the mind, before I sink to dust, With those strong energies that lift the soul To scenes unhoped, unthought, above the pole. While thus I ponder'd, soon my working thought Once more that ever-changing picture brought Of sublunary things before my view, And thus I question'd with myself anew:-- "What is the end of this incessant flight Of life and death, alternate day and night? When will the motion on these
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