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To a Gentleman and Lady on the Death of the Lady's Brother and Sifter, and a Child of the Name Avis, aged one Year.
ON Death's domain intent I fix my eyes,
Where human nature in vast ruin lies:
With pensive mind I search the drear abode,
Where the great conqu'ror has his spoils bestow'd;
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In endless numbers to my view appears:
Whole kingdoms in his gloomy den are thrust,
And nations mix with their primeval dud:
Insatiate still he gluts the ample tomb;
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See here a brother, here a sister spread,
And a sweet daughter mingled with the dead.
But, Madam, let your grief be laid aside,
And let the fountain of your tears be dry'd,
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Your sighs are wasted to the skies in vain,
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