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218 Blest spirit! long as at the name alone Of their Eliza, tears are seen to start, And sighs are breathed, whose birthplace is the heart. Look on thy friends from thine ethereal throne, With smiles that greeted them in happier days; And pardon one to thee, and thine unknown, Whose Stranger hand strews flowers upon thy tomb, For he hath heard the music of thy lays, And who can listen to its tones, nor raise His thoughts to thee, and thine Eternal home?