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For the Bee. 



The End of AIL 



In youth, how blithe, how fweet and gay, 



Life's fmiling face appears, — 

 Our pleafures drive, and we obey. 



Nor think of changing years. 

 In ev'ry flow'fy path we rove. 



Nor fpurn tiie giddy call. 

 Till thus reminded from above. 



That Death's '• the End of All." 



Love glides within the tender breaft 



With fweet feducing aim ; 

 The dear idea is carefs'd, 



And blown into a flame. 

 But age will mark the furrow'd cheek, 



The genius too will fall ; 

 The fauliering tongue will faintly fpeak, 

 Istliis "the End of All?" 



The Syren call of pleafure draws 



With mercilefs controul ; 

 While vanity invites applaufe, 



Ambition warms the foul. 

 But if pale ficknefs peeps abroad, 

 , Such comforters are fmall ; ^ 



The fweets of life increafe the load ; 



Such is " the End of AIL" 



The glare of riches charms the fenfe, 



And honour's pulfe beats high ; 

 The ferious thougiu is driven hence. 



And fhadowy phantoms liy. 

 While reafon yields to flavifli fear. 



This thought will taite like gall; 

 Perhaps the next revolving year 



May mark « the End of All." 



Vol. V. Z 4 



