31.

Oh! sinner, stand awhile, and think,
Before you further go;

Will you sport upon the brink

Of everlasting woe?

Be not thou a trifler still,

Nor pursue thy stubborn will;

Folly's path pursue no more,
Nor waste in sin the passing hour;
Heaven bids thee live, the voice obey,
Salvation seek without delay.

32.

These hillocks green, and mouldering bones, These gloomy tombs, and lettered stones, One admonition here supply,

Reader, "be thou prepared to die.”

33.

Whoe'er thou art that mournest here,

Refrain, nor drop the falling tear:

"Weep not for us,"

The slumbering dead are past relief,

Vain are thy prayers, and vain thy grief:

Our state is fixed beyond repair,

In joys eternal, or in dark despair.
"Weep for thyself."

In floods of grief, thy sins deplore,
Here faith and prayer avail no more.

INFANCY.

34.

O passing stranger, call this not
A place of dreary gloom:

I love to linger near this spot,

It is my infant's tomb.

And when the sun and moon shall fade,

My infant shall arise,

In brighter beams than theirs arrayed,
And reign beyond the skies.

35.

I cannot tell what form is his,

What looks he weareth now,

Nor guess how bright a glory crowns

His shining seraph brow.

But I know (for God hath told me this,)

That he is now at rest,

Where other blessed infants be,

On their Saviour's loving breast.

36.

When lovely infants yield their breath, And sweetly fall asleep in death,

Who would on earth prolong their stay, From realms of everlasting day?

37.

Mourn not an infant's early doom,
But chase your tears away,
The lovely flower's gone to bloom,
In everlasting day.

38.

See! the bud so rudely torn,
Blooming in the land of rest;
See! the lamb from suffering borne,
Resting in the Shepherd's breast.

39.

Go to thy sleep, my child,
Go to thy dreamless bed,
Through Jesus undefiled,
With blessings on thy head:
Before thy heart hath learned
In frowardness to stray :
Before thy feet hath turned
The dark, and downward way.

40.

Here an infant lies asleep,
Can we o'er its slumbers weep?
Now from sin, for ever free,

Now for ever, Lord, with thee.

41.

See! how soon the flowers of life decay,
How soon terrestrial beauty fades away,
This star of comfort, for a moment given,
Just rose on earth, then set to rise in heaven.
His* soul redeemed from sin, released from pain,
What is our loss, but his eternal gain!

42.

Our floweret was transplanted by an angel; the winged messenger of the Almighty gently removed it from the soil wherein it grew, bore it to the regions of immortality, and planted it in the paradise of God.

43.

Sweet babes! how transient was your stay,

How soon from earth ye passed away;

But faith and hope can trace your flight,
To realms of joy, and pure delight.

*His or Her.