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 .MISCELLANEOUS ' POEMS, To thee ! it is to all, whose anehor'd faith Enters beyond Death's transient veil of gloom; But oh *. how perfeet was thy living death, Who wen thyself thine own unjoyous tomb ! Those darken'd eyes no more Obstruct the day, That nnd no more spurns Reason's blest controul, Far from its rnin'd tenement of claY, All eye, all reason, soars the happy soul. Dull are those ears no more, but raptur*d, share Notes far from Earth's best harmony remov'd; But oh ! of ull the heavenly music there, Is not the sweetest, every voice belov'd ? Say, as the hour of blissful death drew nigh, Did not around thy couch bright angels stand, Reveal'd in vision to thy mental eye, And sweetly whlsperm" Join our kindred band !" "Leave thy poor cro wn of earth, whose every gem Was but the dew-drop glittering on the thorn; For thee ev'n now, a brighter diadem, Cluster'd with beams, by seraph hands is berne. q ......... Google

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