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But ah! how short a Date on Earth is giv'n
To the most lovely Workmanship of Heav'n?
Too soon that Cheek must every Charm resign,
And those love-darting Eyes forget to shine!
While Thousands weeping round, with Sighs survey
What once was You,—now only beauteous Clay!
Ev'n from the Canvas shall thy Image fade,
And thou re-perish in thy perish'd Shade:
Then may this Verse to future Ages show
One perfect Beauty—such as thou art now!
May it the Graces of thy Soul display,
Till this World sinks, and Suns themselves decay;
When with immortal Beauty thou shalt rise,
To shine the loveliest Angel in the Skies.
To the most lovely Workmanship of Heav'n?
Too soon that Cheek must every Charm resign,
And those love-darting Eyes forget to shine!
While Thousands weeping round, with Sighs survey
What once was You,—now only beauteous Clay!
Ev'n from the Canvas shall thy Image fade,
And thou re-perish in thy perish'd Shade:
Then may this Verse to future Ages show
One perfect Beauty—such as thou art now!
May it the Graces of thy Soul display,
Till this World sinks, and Suns themselves decay;
When with immortal Beauty thou shalt rise,
To shine the loveliest Angel in the Skies.
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