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Yet Patience taught thee to sustain thy own, Suppress the sigh, and hush the rising moan; 'Midst anguish, still to wear the placid mien, Mild Resignation's smile and look serene! Ye who have watch'd beside the mournful bed, And rais'd, with anxious care, the languid head; Gaz'd on the pallid cheek, the faded eye, And heard the breathings of the parting sigh; Ye who have mourn'd a sister's early doom, Or bent in sorrow o'er a daughter's tomb; Oh! weep for those, who sadly now deplore, The fate, the virtues, of the maid no more. What pow'r can sooth a tender parent's grief, Or bring the friend's, the sister's woes relief? Religion pure, ineffably divine, Angel of peace, that heav'nly pow'r is thine, Though spreading glooms the beam of joy may shroud, Still, still thy rainbow brightens in the cloud; Dispels the mist of error and of night, Till fairer prospects open on the sight;