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94 Melodious, while the soul-enchanting strain Dwells on his tongue, and fills th' ethereal plain? Enough—for ever cease your murm'ring breath; Not as a foe, but friend converse with Death, Since to the port of happiness unknown He brought that treasure which you call your own. The gift of heav'n intrusted to your hand Chearful resign at the divine command: Not at your bar must sov'reign Wisdom stand.