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By Age uninjur'd, future Times adorn,
And warm the Hearts of Millions yet unborn,
Who gazing on the Portrait with a Sigh,
Shall grieve such perfect Charms could ever die;
How would they grieve, if to such Beauties join'd
The Paint could shew the Wonders of thy Mind?
And warm the Hearts of Millions yet unborn,
Who gazing on the Portrait with a Sigh,
Shall grieve such perfect Charms could ever die;
How would they grieve, if to such Beauties join'd
The Paint could shew the Wonders of thy Mind?
O! Virgin, born th'admiring World to grace!
Transmit thy Excellence to latest Days;
Yield to thy Lover's Vows! and then shall rise
A Race of Beauties conquering with thine Eyes:
Who reigning in thy Charms from Death shall save
That lovely Form, and triumph o'er the Grave,
Transmit thy Excellence to latest Days;
Yield to thy Lover's Vows! and then shall rise
A Race of Beauties conquering with thine Eyes:
Who reigning in thy Charms from Death shall save
That lovely Form, and triumph o'er the Grave,
Thus when thro' Age the Rose-tree's Charms decay,
When all her fading Beauties die away;
A blooming Offspring fills the Parent's place
With equal Fragrance, and with equal Grace.
When all her fading Beauties die away;
A blooming Offspring fills the Parent's place
With equal Fragrance, and with equal Grace.
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