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Thus wean'd from Earth, where Pleasure scarce can please,
Thy Woes but hasten'd thee to Heav'n and Peace:
As angry Winds, when loud the Tempest roars,
More swiftly speed the Vessel to the Shores.
Thy Woes but hasten'd thee to Heav'n and Peace:
As angry Winds, when loud the Tempest roars,
More swiftly speed the Vessel to the Shores.
O! may these Lays a lasting Lustre shed
O'er thy dark Urn, like Lamps that grace the Dead!
Strong were thy Thoughts, yet Reason bore the Sway,
Humble, yet learn'd; tho' innocent, yet gay:
So pure of Heart, that thou might'st safely show
Thy inmost Bosom to thy basest Foe:
Careless of Wealth, thy Bliss a calm Retreat,
Far from the Insults of the scornful Great;
Thence looking with Disdain on proudest Things,
Thou deemed'st mean the Pageantry of Kings;
Who build their Pride on Trappings of a Throne,
A painted Ribband, or a glittering Stone,
O'er thy dark Urn, like Lamps that grace the Dead!
Strong were thy Thoughts, yet Reason bore the Sway,
Humble, yet learn'd; tho' innocent, yet gay:
So pure of Heart, that thou might'st safely show
Thy inmost Bosom to thy basest Foe:
Careless of Wealth, thy Bliss a calm Retreat,
Far from the Insults of the scornful Great;
Thence looking with Disdain on proudest Things,
Thou deemed'st mean the Pageantry of Kings;
Who build their Pride on Trappings of a Throne,
A painted Ribband, or a glittering Stone,
Uselessly
