The Mid-Night Thought.

NOw that the twinkling stars Essay
A Faint Resemblance of the Day,
Shewn fairer now for being beset
With Night (like Diamonds in jett)
Let me Repos'd within this Grove,
The Solemn season There Improve.
Restless alas! from Sun to Sun,
A Round of Business I have run:
Whilst others slept projecting Lay,
Yet since I THOUGHT how many a day!
How long since I did meditate
Of Life, of Death, and Future state?
Approaching Fate his Pace will keep,
Let Mortalls Watch, or let them Sleep.
What Sound is That? — a Passing Bell!
Then to Eternity Farewell!
Poor Soul, Thou'rt at thy Crisis now,
And one short Hour thy Doom shall show,
Eternall Bliss, or endless Woe!
If Virtue's Lore Thou hast despiz'd,
How Wou'd That Virtue now be priz'd!
Or say, Thou didst in our Loose Age,
On her forsaken Side Engage,
Wouldst Thou the dear Remembrance now,
For the Worlds Monarchie Forgoe?
What other Medicine canst Thou find
T'asswage the Feavour in thy mind?
Now Wakened Conscience speaks at Large,
And envious Fiends inhance the Charge!
Let the bold Atheist now draw neer,
Thy chill and drooping spirits to cheer;
His Briskest Wine and Witt to Thee
Will now alike Insipid be! 
Where is the Lawless Hectring Brave
That from th' Arrest of Death can save?
Wh' Attempt a Rescue Here, will fail,
And this grim Serjeant takes no Bail.