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 Mingling the sweetest Joy with the severest Grief, Like the fam'd Spear, at once you Wound, at once Relieve.

'Twas Harmony (as Learned Antients thought) The Nat'ral World to Form and Order brought; And may your Heav'nly ever Tuneful Lays, Make all our Factions, our Divisions cease, Charm and Compose the Moral World to Peace.

H.B.