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The past week is fed, and the evening is como,
That prccedes the sabbatical rcst
like the days OF the Years now depaitedand gone,
Like the sun that deccnds to the wcst.
Like a voice from the grave, bidding mortals be-


ware


Of the waste of the hours as they hy,
Time silently warns us to watch and prepare
For the moment that calls us to die.
Each year and each month"; and each day, like .


friend,


IN the language Of wisdom convey,
Some type of the shadow ofdeath, that attend
On the steps of the agedand gay.
OH who then can think Of the work that is gone
That prccedcs the ssbbatical rest,
And not call to mind the rcpose of the tomb,
AS he secs the sun set in the west