Which beam'd celestial Radiance o'er the Skies.
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et Grief no longer damp the sacred Fire, But rise sublime, to equal Bliss aspire; Thy Sighs no more be wasted by the Wind, Complain no more, but be to Heav'n refign'd. 'Twas thine to show those Treasures all divine, To sooth our Woes, the Talk was also thine. Now Sorrow is recumbent on thy Heart,
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