The house appointed for all living.-Job.
WHILST Some affect the sun, and some the shade,
Some flee the city, some the hermitage,
Their aims as various as the roads they take
In journeying through life; the task be mine
To paint the gloomy horrors of the tomb;
The appointed place of rendezvous, where all
These travellers meet. Thy succours I implore,
Eternal King! whose potent arm sustains
The keys of hell and death. The Grave, dread thing!
Men shiver when thou art named: Nature, appall'd,
Shakes off her wonted firmness. Ah! how dark
Thy long-extended realms and rueful wastes ;
Where naught but silence reigns, and night, dark
night,
Dark as was Chaos ere the infant Sun
Was roll'd together, or had tried its beams Athwart the gloom profound! The sickly taper, By glimmering through thy low-brow'd misty vaults, Furr'd round with mouldy damps, and ropy slime,