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LL ye gentle powers above,
* Born 17..; dyed 177 ..
Death has summon’d it to go
BY JAMES MERRICK. *
Alas ! how quickly done!
how difficult the race ! How very hard to run !
Youth stops at first its wilful ears
To Wisdom's prudent voice;
Repents its earlier choice.
What though its prospects now appear
So pleasing and refind;
prey upon the mind.
Since then false joys our fancy cheat
With hopes of real bliss ;
* Born 17..; djed 1769.
May 1, through life's uncertain tide,
Be still from pain exempt;
And yet above contempt.
But should your providence divine
A greater bliss intend ; May all those blessings you design, (If e'er those blessings shall be mine)
Be center'd in a friend.
Dear object of my late and early prayer !
* Born 17 ..; dyed 1779.