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TIME WHERE ART T1OU7 Why, Child ofMortality, do you inquire, When bring to view each dislike and desire; hold thee a captive, always am near; And bear thee along to the close of each year. Think not am absent when thou in thy mirth, Art grasping for pleasures afforded by earth; For am the fountain from whence pleasures flow, bring joy one moment, the next bring woe. Think not am absent when friends thee surround, Nor view me aiar when thy wishes are crown'd; But let every season. onward they fly, Teach thee how to live, and prepare thee to die When Spring buds to bloomand all Nature looks gay, Consider my doings-all things must decay; When Summers rich bounty enlivens thy sou witness regardless, and onward roll. spread every comfort OCT earth you enjoy, One moment create, and the next one destroy Though all may command me, cannot delay, Commissioned travel till earth mets away. Behold am with thee, when youthful flowers bloom And live when all pleasures are laid in the tomb, l record thy deeds whether folly or sense, And bear them to Him who willsgive recompenso. When youthful emotions are passing away, bring on old age and turn thy locks gray; live from ife's morning with all who have breath, Nor cease to be with them till conquered by death.

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 O. horam tibi carps,

 Mi Lucisna Long!

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 De negro snOrum strong;

 O, iempus ubi gumb0,

 Mi Lucana Long