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Now o'er the tomb their hallow'd rites they pay,
And form with lamps an artificial day:
Erelong the damsel reach'd her native vale,
And told with joyful heart her moral tale;
Resign'd to heaven, and lost to all beside,
She liv'd contented, and contented died.
↑ Pleasure.
↑ Glory.
↑ Riches.
↑ Knowledge.