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Then all thy Kindred, all thy Friends shall see
With Tears, what now thou art, and they must be;
A pale, cold, lifeless Lump of Earth deplore!
Such shalt thou be, and Kings shall be no more!
With Tears, what now thou art, and they must be;
A pale, cold, lifeless Lump of Earth deplore!
Such shalt thou be, and Kings shall be no more!
But oh! when ripe for Death, Fate calls thee hence,
Sure Lot of every mortal Excellence!
When, pregnant as the Womb, the teeming Earth
Resigns thee quicken'd to thy second Birth,
Rise, cloath'd with Beauties that shall never die!
A Saint on Earth! an Angel in the Sky!
Sure Lot of every mortal Excellence!
When, pregnant as the Womb, the teeming Earth
Resigns thee quicken'd to thy second Birth,
Rise, cloath'd with Beauties that shall never die!
A Saint on Earth! an Angel in the Sky!
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