A General Volume of Epitaphs; Original and Selected with a Large Selection of Striking and Appropriate Texts of Scripture, and an Historical and Moral Essay, on the Subject (Paperback)

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1840. Excerpt: ... MANHOOD. 177. Heaven gives us friends to bless the present scene: Resumes them, to prepare us for the next. For us they languish, and for us they die: And shall they languish, shall they die in vain i 178. Men seek substantial good in vain, Intent on things below; For what's the sum of all their gain, But vanity and woe? 179. Who seeks a world of perfect bliss, Must never fix his heart on this. 180. Where is the man, that can welcome the tomb i Where is the man, that dreads not its gloom --The Christian, can welcome the gloom of the grave, Who knows his Redeemer, is, "mighty to save." 181. For those that live in faith and love, There is a glorious rest above; To that may every soul aspire, With ardent hope, and strong desire. 182. And thou art gone O Spirit bright Gone early to thy native sphere, With kindred seraphs to unite, And left us sad, and mourning here, Gone in thy manhood's soaring prime, Gone e're thy sun had reached its noon--Gone---dare we say, before thy time? Gone--Oh we feel for us too soon, But not too soon for thee, thus early blest, For thou hast enter'd thine eternal rest. 183. The path of "godly sorrow"--that alone, Leads to the land, where sorrow is unknown. 184. When " dust to dust returns, And life's short path is trod, The souls whom Jesus hath redeemed, Ascend unto their God. 185. Farewell loved partner of my youthful breast, Now past the reach of sorrow to molest, --Who can forget thy tenderness so kind? I still have much to bring it to my mind. Farewell enter the joys of bliss divine, And wear a crown of glory ever thine. 186. Men give to time eternity's regard, Then shrink at death's approach. 187. How vain are men in life, and health, How thoughtless of the hour of death, When they would give the world they prized, For th...