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And touch your viewless harps, and sooth her soul, With soft enchantments and divine control! Be near! sweet guardians! watch her sacred rest, When slumber folds her in his magic vest! Around her, smiling, let your forms arise Return'd in dreams, to bless her mental eyes! Efface the mem'ry of your last farewell, Of glowing joys, of radiant prospects, tell! The sweet communion of the past, renew, Reviving former scenes, array'd in softer hue!

Be near, when death, in virtue's brightest hour, Calls up each pang, and summons all his pow'r! Oh! then, transcending Fancy's loveliest dream, Then let your forms, unveil'd, around her beam! Then waft the vision of unclouded light, A burst of glory, on her closing sight! Wake from the harp of heav'n th' immortal strain, To hush the final agonies of pain!