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' impious to weep, the gentle maiden dead; Let not one tear of selfish love be shed, Nor dare repine that Providence denies A longer absence from her native skies. It was a mighty mission, which complete, Her happy spirit takes its well-earned seat At His right hand, who practises alone, A more extended mercy than her own. Happy thy lot, dear Grace, for whom it was decreed, To crowd a life of virtue into.

Dearest Miss Fenton, the Graces were bent on Surpassing all yet they had done,;; [sic] So each lent her aid, in bedecking a maid, And, !