URNS and odours bring away!   Vapours, sighs, darken the day! Our dole more deadly looks than dying;   Balms and gums and heavy cheers,   Sacred vials fill'd with tears, And clamours through the wild air flying!

  Come, all sad and solemn shows,   That are quick-eyed Pleasure's foes!   We convent naught else but woes.

dole] lamentation. convent] summon.