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The dying man ~

Hail! dearest friends, allyd by natures ties,

Behold a friend in hurry lost; whose eyes

Now swim in death & struck with terror flash,

Lest on the on the gloomy mountain I should dash

And thence rool down to throng the pit below,

Where horrors reign & endless tortures glow,

And flashing billows rise with wrath divine

That soon for aught I know, this soul of mine

Will raise, & bind it fast in burning hell,

In adamantine chains, when devils dwell ~

Could I a short repreieve obtain from death,

That now stands waiting for my parting breath,

And which perhaps before tomorrows Sun,

Or shorter still, before another glass in run,

How would my soul with instant leap rejoice,

And in a rhapsody to meet the voice,