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On The Death Of A Youn Gentleman

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WHO taught thee conflict with the pow'rs of night,
To vanquish satan in the fields of light?
Who strung thy feeble arms with might unknown,
How great thy conquest, and how bright thy crown!
War with each princedom, throne, and pow'r is o'er,
The scene is ended to return no more.
O could my muse thy seat on high behold,
How deckt with laurel, how enrich'd with gold!
O could she hear what praise thine harp employs,
How sweet thine anthems, how divine thy joys!
What heav'nly grandeur should exalt her strain!
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emma h 09 March 2019
im studding phillis wheatley
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M Asim Nehal 23 February 2017
The raging tempest of their grief control, And spread the dawn of glory through the soul, thanks for sharing
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