Thoughts
on
Death
.
I.
I'm
almost
to
the
fatal
period
.
come
,
My
forward
Glass
has
well
nigh
run
its
last
;
E're
a
few
moments
,
I
shall
hear
that
doom
Which
ne're
will
be
recall'd
,
when
once
'tis
past
.
II
.
Methinks
I
have
Eternity
in
view
,
And
dread
to
reach
the
edges
of
the
shore
,
Nor
doth
the
prospect
,
the
less
dismal
shew
,
For
all
the
thousands
that
have
lanch'd
before
.
III
.
Why
weep
my
friends
,
what
is
their
loss
to
mine
,
I
have
but
one
poor
doubtful
stake
to
throw
,
And
with
a
dying
prayer
my
hopes
resign
,
If
that
be
lost
,
I'm
lost
for
ever
too
.
IV
.
'Tis
not
the
painful
agonies
of
Death
,
Nor
all
the
gloomy
horrors
of
the
Grave
;
Were
that
the
worst
,
unmov'd
I'de
yield
my
breath
And
with
a
smile
the
King
of
Terrors
brave
.
V.
But
there's
an
after
day
,
'tis
that
I
fear
:
Oh
,
who
shall
hide
me
from
that
angry
brow
;
Already
I
the
dreadful
accents
hear
,
Depart
from
me
,
and
that
for
ever
too
.