Or joy on secret good? Why Conscience acts
With tenfold force, when sickness, age, or pain
Stands tottering on the precipice of death?
Or why such horror gnaws the guilty soul
Of dying sinners, while the good man sleeps
Peaceful and calm, and with a smile expires?
Glynn.
Come and see a sad example!
Look on my unquiet shade;
Start not, sure ’tis nought uncommon,