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THus we have past another day, another step towards our long home:
We have seen the Sun a few hours more; and our day is lost in its own night:
But is it lost? O careles we! and all the holy words we have read and heard:
Leave they no mark in our memorys behind them, but make a litle sound and vanish in the air?
Have we not been at a solemn Feast? and do we soon forget our entertainment?
Could we see nothing among all those rari∣tys * that relisht with us and stir'd our appetite?
Was there no fit provision for some vertue we want? no proper remedy for some weaknes we have?
Are we devout already as the Saints of God? and chast, and temperate, and resign'd as they?
Do we despise this world with a zeal like theirs? and value heav'n at the same rate with Them?
Would we give all we have, just now, to be there? and part with life it self to dy and go thither?
Alas! how short are we of these perfecti∣ons! how slowly do we follow those excellent Guides!
O that we liv'd, I dare not say, blest Souls, like you, * whose aim was high, and a generous heat bet in your brests!
But that our harts desire were to live like you; and what you really did, we really wisht to do:
O that we liv'd in some degree like you; and lov'd to think, and read, and speak of you!
To sign and publish your heroick Acts; and where we cannot imitate, at least admire:
At least, let us learn to humble our selvs; and check the vanity of our proud conceits:
Let us mourn and blush at our many infirmi∣tys, and so much the louder call to heav'n for releef:
Hear us you blessed Saints who dwel secure
above; and turn your eys of pity towards us below.
Look down with tendernes on our world of miserys, and bow your charitable knees to the God of mercys:
That what our own unworthines cannot ob∣tain, we may hope to receive by your holy prayers.
Glory be, &c.
Antiph. Help us, you blessed Citizens of hea∣v'n! direct our way, you who have attain'd your end!
Antiph. Fear not, my soul, our God has a blessing too for us if we have a love and obe∣dience for Him.