THE GRAVE.
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Why" says Ossian, "should'st thon build thy hall, son of the winged days? thou look'st from the towers to-day; yet a few years, and the blast of the desert comes-it howls in the empty court, and whistles around thy half worn shield ]" Then why should man look forth, as he fondly hopes. upon the sunny future with the eye of fancy, and lay up the golden visions. which have passed like sunbeanns in his pilgrimage, in the hope of brighter ones yet to come, when to-morrow the cIods may be placed upon his coffin, and h. bove his quiet rest, the sepulchral yews trembling in the wind Alas if there is aught on earth which should subdue pride which should make men feel that " the rich and the poor meet together. and the Lord is the maker of them alr'-it is the grave |! It is there resentments die-re- venge and ambition are satiated it is there above the urn of sorrow man must learn that ...

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