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"How can'st thou sleep? They throng around thy rest,
"And scarce the arrow stays that wounds thy breast."
"And what think'st thou can harm my helpless head?
"My friend Parmenio watches near my bed."
But thou, O Christian, hast a firmer friend,
Who near thy steps, and o'er thy couch does bend;
So rise securely, and securely sleep,
For ever at thy side, that watchful guard shall keep.
THE VANITY OF LIFE.
AS waves the grass upon the earth to day,
Which soon the wasting scythe shall sweep away;
As smiles the flow'ret in the verdant field,
Which soon before the passing blast shall yield;
So flourish we upon our beds of clay,
So grow a while, so droop, and so decay.
