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Rh His to conduct to the immortal plains, Where heav'n's Supreme in bliss and glory reigns.

There sits, illustrious Sir, thy beauteous spouse; A gem-blaz'd circle beaming on her brows. Hail'd with acclaim among the heav'nly choirs, Her soul new-kindling with seraphic fires, To notes divine she tunes the vocal firings, While heav'n's high concave with the music rings. Virtue's rewards can mortal pencil paint? No—all descriptive arts, and eloquence are faint; Nor canst thou, Oliver, assent refuse To heav'nly tidings from the Afric muse.

As soon may change thy laws, eternal fate, As the saint miss the glories I relate; Or her Benevolence forgotten lie, Which wip'd the trick'iing tear from Mis'ry's eye. Whene'er the adverse winds were known to blow, When loss to loss ensu'd, and woe to woe, Calm