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I felt to loosen, and the soul set free
⁠Launch'd itself forth, ev'n into endless space,
Leaving behind it ages. — Couldst thou see
⁠What is this wretched life, compared its trace

With that immensity, most surely, friend,
⁠In thine eyes would remain congeal'd those tears,
Which now profuse thou shedd'st, and thou wouldst bend
⁠Down on the earth thy gaze, where soon appears,

Thyself must see, the end of all our toil;
⁠The rest that she enjoys beyond the sky,
For whom thou weep'st, whilst o'er this care-worn soil
⁠Dragging life's heavy burden, as do I.

Yet till 't is granted thee to meet again
⁠Thy lost adored, the moments consecrate
Of absence to her memory that remain:
⁠Thy heart let her remembrance animate;

Let thy lips ever her dear name repeat:
⁠Nor how forget that clear ingenuous mind,
That heavenly beauty, generous soul, to meet
⁠So rare! the world admired such gifts combined.

But now I see thee to the dusky grove
⁠Of cypress and rose-bay trees take thy way;
On thy right hand a crown is hanging, wove

⁠Of mournful everlastings; nor astray