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  Who saw her sinking in her last repose, Saw her lov'd life receive its gentle close; Oh, might I with this image in my eye, But learn like her to live, like her to die; Or though a narrower sphere to me is given, Still in that sphere be emulous of heaven; Oh, might I from her fond monitions learn, To heed my last, my infinite concern; Then not in vain her life, her lessons free, Then not in vain will be her death to me; And when with tortur'd nerve, and labouring breath, I pant upon the icy couch of death; Then peace shall beam upon my darken'd eyes, And hope within my fainting heart arise, That she I lov'd on earth, may meet me in the skies.

 

PURE planet, whose propitious ray Illumes the darkness of my way; 