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I felt to loosen, and the soul set free
Launch'd itself forth, ev'n into endless space,
Leaving behind it ages. — Couldst thou see
What is this wretched life, compared its trace

With that immensity, most surely, friend,
In thine eyes would remain congeal'd those tears,
Which now profuse thou shedd'st, and thou wouldst bend
Down on the earth thy gaze, where soon appears,

Thyself must see, the end of all our toil;
The rest that she enjoys beyond the sky,
For whom thou weep'st, whilst o'er this care-worn soil
Dragging life's heavy burden, as do I.

Yet till 't is granted thee to meet again
Thy lost adored, the moments consecrate
Of absence to her memory that remain:
Thy heart let her remembrance animate;

Let thy lips ever her dear name repeat:
Nor how forget that clear ingenuous mind,
That heavenly beauty, generous soul, to meet
So rare! the world admired such gifts combined.

But now I see thee to the dusky grove
Of cypress and rose-bay trees take thy way;
On thy right hand a crown is hanging, wove

Of mournful everlastings; nor astray