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 If my Condoling Mournful Muse presume To visit thy Marcellus Sacred Tomb. For his Hereditary Gifts alone Could have Retriev'd thy Fame, and carried down The Glorious Scene of Triumphs Anna has begun. O may thy Angel guard her Royal Mind, That Fav'rites nor Seduce, nor Trimmers Blind, For 'tis on Her thy Church and State depend, With Her will Flourish, and with Her will end. But my shock'd Thoughts the sad Idea shun, (The sad Idea gives Eternal Moan) When She shall late, but Ah! too soon comply With Nature, to adorn her Kindred Sky. For