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 Cease then that grief, and let those tears subside: If Passion rule us, be that passion Pride; If Reason, Reason bids us strive to raise Our sinking hearts, and be like him we praise; Or if Affection still the soul subdue, Bring all his virtues, all his worth in view, And let Affection find its comfort too; For how can grief so deeply wound the heart, Where admiration claims so large a part?

Grief is a foe, expel him then thy soul; Let nobler thoughts the nearer woes controul; Oh! make the age to come thy better care, See other, other there; And as thy thoughts through streaming ages glide, See other heroes die as died; Victims victorious, who with him shall stand In Fame's fair book the guardians of the land; And