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spotless innocence, and truth refin'd, With every virtue of the feeling mind; If these can raise to heaven's eternal sphere, Be comforted—Eliza's surely there. Oh, hark! I hear the immortal spirit sing: "I rise above on light ethereal wing; "Then weep no more; ah! cease those flowing tears, "No more Eliza death or sickness fears; "Earth and its fading pleasures far behind, “In heaven a happy, happy seat I find.