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With all her charms and all her wrongs,

Beneath this turf doth rest, Where fondly spring two clasping hands,

To guard her pulseless breast.

Say, did his love, who ruled her heart,

This fair memorial rear, And soothe the unrequited shade

With late, remorseful tear ?

Came he, with sweet funereal flowers

To deck her couch of gloom, And like repentant Athens bless

The guiltless martyr s tomb ?

No ! cold Ambition s selfish soul,

With rash and ingrate tone, Abjured the gentle hand that paved

His pathway to a throne :

While Fortune s star indignant paled,

And hid its guiding ray, As madly from his side he thrust

That changeless friend away.

Yet she to her secluded cell

No vengeful passion bore, Nor harshly blamed his broken vows,

Who sought her smile no more ;

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