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Be thou clad in russet weed,
Be thou deckt in filken stole,
Grave these counsels on thy soul.

Life is but a day at most,
Sprung from night, in darkness loft ;
Hope not sunshine every hour,
Tear not clouds will always lour,

As Youth and Love with sprightly dance, feneath thy morning star advance, Pleasure with her firen air May delude the thoughtless pair; Let Prudence bless Enjoyment's cup, Then raptured fip and fip it up.

As thy day grows warm and high,
Life's meridian fiaming nigh,
Dost thou spurn the humble vale ?
Life's proud summits wouldft thou scale ?
Check thy climbing step elate,
Evils lurk in felon wait :
Dangere, eagle-pinioned, bold,
Soar around each cliffy hold,
While chearful peace, with linnet song,
Chants the lonly dells among.

As thy shades of evening close, Beck’ning thee to long repose ; As life itself becomes difeafe, Seek the chimney-nook of ease. 1 here ruminate with sober thought ; On all thou'st seen, and heard, and wrought ; And teach the fportive younkers round, Saws of experience, sage and found. Say, man's true, genuinc eftimate, The grand criterion of his fate, Is not, art thou high or low ? Did thy fortune ebb or flow?

Did many talents gild thy span?
Or frugal Nature grudge thee one ?
Tell them, and press it on their mind
As thou thyfelf must shortly find,
7 he smile or frown of awful Heaven,
To Virtue or to Vice is given.
Say, to be just, and kind, and wife,
here folid felf-enjoyment lies ;
7 hat foolih, selith, faithless ways,
Lead to be wretched, vile, and base,

Thus, resigned and quiet, creep
To the bed of lasting sleep;
Sleep, whence thou shalt ne'er awake,
Night, where dawn shall never wake,
7 ill Future Life, future no more,
To Light and joy the good restore,
To light and joy unknown before.


Stranger, go! Heaven be thy guide! Quoth ihe Beadsman of Nith-fide.

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