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And when, a mourner o'er his bier, Sad Albion pours the filial tear; Around may guardian-seraphs wait, And waft him to a happier state; Conduct him to a brighter throne, A realm of peace, a fairer crown; Enrich'd with many a spotless gem, Virtue's illustrious diadem!"