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,