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Verses Wrote On Her Death-Bed At Bath, To Her Husband In London

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Thou, who dost all my worldly thoughts employ,
Thou pleasing source of all my earthly joy:
Thou tend'rest husband, and thou best of friends,
To thee this first, this last adieu I send.
At length the conqu'ror death asserts his right,
And will for ever veil me from thy sight.
He wooes me to him with a chearful grace;
And not one terror clouds his meagre face.
He promises a lasting rest from pain;
And shews that all life's fleeting joys are vain.
Th' eternal scenes of heav'n he sets in view,
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M Asim Nehal 17 December 2015
And should'st thou grieve that rest is come at last? Rather rejoice to see me shake off life, And die as I have liv'd, thy faithful wife.
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