Creation sleeps! 'T is as the general pulse Of life stood still, and Nature made a pause,- An awful pause! prophetic of her end.

Heaven's Sovereign saves all beings but himselfThat hideous sight,-a naked human heart.

The man who builds, and wants wherewith to pay, Provides a home from which to run away.

Amid my list of blessings infinite, stands this the foremost, "that my heart has bled."

We push time from us, and we wish him back; * * * * * * Life we think long and short; death seek and shun.

Wouldst thou be famed? have those high acts in view, Brave men would act though scandal would ensue.

None think the great unhappy, but the great.