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Who saw her sinking in her last repose,
Saw her lov'd life receive its gentle close;
Oh, might I with this image in my eye,
But learn like her to live, like her to die;
Or though a narrower sphere to me is given,
Still in that sphere be emulous of heaven;
Oh, might I from her fond monitions learn,
To heed my last, my infinite concern;
Then not in vain her life, her lessons free,
Then not in vain will be her death to me;
And when with tortur'd nerve, and labouring breath,
I pant upon the icy couch of death;
Then peace shall beam upon my darken'd eyes,
And hope within my fainting heart arise,
That she I lov'd on earth, may meet me in the skies.
THE SOLITARY STAR.
PURE planet, whose propitious ray
Illumes the darkness of my way;
