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108 And late old age with hand indulgent hed Its mildet winter on thy favour'd head. For heaven prolong'd her life to pread its praie, And bles'd her with a patriarch's length of days. The truet praie was hers, a cheerful heart, Prone to enjoy, and ready to impart. An Iraelite indeed, and free from guile, She how'd that piety and age could mile. Religion had her heart, her cares, her voice; 'Twas her lat refuge, as her earliet choice. To holy Anna's pirit not more dear The church of Irael, and the houe of prayer. Her preading offspring of the fourth degree Fill'd her fond arms, and clap'd her trembling knee. Matur'd at length for ome more perfect cene, Her hopes all bright, her propects all erene, Each part of life utain'd with equal worth, And not a wih left unfulfill'd on earth, Like