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And yet how well did she sustain,
And greatly triumph o'er her Pain?
So Flow'rs, when blasting Winds invade,
Breathe sweet, and beautifully fade.

Now in her Cheeks, and radiant Eyes,
New Blushes glow, new Lightnings rise;
Behold a thousand Charms succeed,
For which a thousand Hearts must bleed!
Brighter from her Disease she shines,
As Fire the precious Gold refines.

Thus when the silent Grave becomes
Pregnant with Life, as fruitful Wombs,
When the wide Seas, and spacious Earth,
Resign us to our second Birth;

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