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dark abodes to fair etherial light Th' enraptur'd innocent has wing'd her flight; On the kind boom of eternal love She finds unknown beatitude above. This know, ye parents, nor her los deplore, She feels the iron hand of pain no more; The dipenations of unerring grace, Should turn your orrows into grateful praie; Let then no tears for her henceforward flow, No more ditres'd in our dark vale below.

Her morning un, which roe divinely bright, Was quickly mantled with the gloom of night; But hear in heav'n's blet bow'rs your Nancy fair, And learn to imitate her language there. "Thou, Lord, whom I behold with glory crown'd, "By what weet name, and in what tuneful ound Rh