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Capt. John Sparks

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ON

ON THE DEATH

OF THE

REV. NATHANIEL EVANS,
Who departed this Life in his 26th Year; a dutiful
and only Son of aged and affectionate Parents.
BY LAUR A.

SLOW to yon Grave approaches STREPHON's Bier—
Why down each Cheek defcends the tender Tear?
When, unreclaim'd, the Vicious fall, we weep;
But with the virtuous Dead each Woe should fleep;
For Heav'n ordain'd, that Death should boaft his Reign,
Ere the purg'd Soul celeftial Heights can gain.

Yet fuch a Train of dawning Virtues join'd,
To grace, in bright Assemblage, STREPHON's Mind,
Our Lofs we mourn, nor think that such alone
Are thofe a gracious Saviour deigns to own—

That Thought, that cheering Thought, ye ancient Pair,
Muft calm your Woe, and wipe the falling Tear;
There's nought befides can mitigate your Grief ;
No buman Hand can minifter Relief

A Son, a darling Son, your Maker gave!
Behold him breathless in yon gloomy Grave!
With every Virtue opening fair to View;
Loft to the World—A Season loft to you!
As fome fair Plant in blooming Verdure gay,
Refresh'd with Rain, beneath the folar Ray,

Kind

Kindly unfolds to fhade its natal Earth,
In grateful Tribute for its genial Birth;

Till, from the North, fome chilling Blaft defcends-
Inftant, the Plant, beneath its Fury, bends,
Struggles awhile, and then-drops quite away
To fell Deftruction a fair blooming Prey.
The Parent Soil, left defolate and bare,
Shrinks with each Ruffle of th' inclement Air.

Thus fell, ye mournful Pair, your Ages' Prop;
Yet ftill Religion gives this cheering Hope,
That, when fome Years have rolled their Cares away,
Your Souls, tranfported to the Realms of Day,
Shall join your STREPHON, who kept full in Sight
Thofe facred Manfions of eternal Light.

A manly, modeft Piety inform'd

His fearching Spirit, and his Bofom warm'd:
Bleft with a Judgment, fteady, ftrong and clear,
That fhunn'd alike the Giddy and Severe,
He fcorn'd to drag ftern Superftition's Chain,
Or mingle with th' enthufiaftic Train!
JEHOVAH's Juftice fill'd his Soul with Awe,
Yet from EMANUEL's Love he learnt to draw
That heav'nly Peace, which taught his Soul to fing—
His dying Soul-O Death, where is thy Sting?
O Grave, the Victor! where is now thy Boaft?
Come, JESUS, comein Thee their Pangs are loft!

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And fair Sicilia boast the matchless lyre? Shall Gallia's groves refound with heav'nly lays, And Albion's poets claim immortal bays?

And this new world ne'er feel the mufe's fire;
No beauties charm us, or no deeds inspire?
O Pennsylvania! fhall no fon of thine
Glow with the raptures of the facred nine?
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Ne'er

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