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To An Amiable Friend Mourning The D
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LET deep dejection hide her pallid face, And from thy breast each painful image rase; Forbid thy lip to utter one complaint, But view the glories of the rising saint, Ripe for a crown, and waiting the reward Of watching long the vineyard of the Lord.
The generous purpose of his zealous heart, Truth to enforce, and knowledge to impart,
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