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Thro' love he gave you the Deceas'd,
thro' greater took him hence;
This reason fully could evince,
tho' murmur'd at by sense.

This friend far past the kindest kind,
is past the greatest great;
His greatness let me touch in points
not foreign to your state;

His eye, this instant, reads your heart;
a truth less obvious hear;
This instant its most secret thoughts
are sounding in his ear:

Dispute you this? O! stand in awe,
and cease your sorrow; know,
That tear now trickling down, He saw
ten thousand years ago;

And twice ten thousand hence, if you
your temper reconcile
To reason's bound, will he behold
your prudence with a smile;

A smile which thro' eternity
diffuses so bright rays,
The dimmest deifies e'en guilt,
if guilt, at last, obeys:

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