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24 Great Countes, we Americans revere Thy name, and mingle in thy grief incere; New England deeply feels, the Orphans mourn, Their more than father will no more return.

But, though arreted by the hand of death, Whitefield no more exerts his lab'ring breath, Yet let us view him in th' eternal kies, Let ev'ry heart to this bright viion rie; While the tomb afe retains its acred trut, Till life divine re-animates his dut. On