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Melodious, while the soul-enchanting strain

Dwells on his tongue, and fills th' ethereal plain?

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Enough—for ever cease your murm'ring breath;
Not as a foe, but friend converse with Death,
Since to the port of happiness unknown
He brought that treasure which you call your own.

$\scriptstyle {\left.{\begin{matrix}\ \\\\\ \ \end{matrix}}\right\}\,}$The gift of heav'n intrusted to your hand

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Chearful resign at the divine command:
Not at your bar must sov'reign Wisdom stand.