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[HERE Pollio lies, whose contemplations fir'd]
HERE Pollio lies, whose contemplations fir'dWith zeal angelical, to Heaven aspir'd;
Whose art the pile to raise, the plan to fill,
Surpast the wonders of Dedalean skill;
Whose pleasing converse on the toilsome way,
Dispell'd fatigue, and cheer'd the tedious day;
Whose grateful presence to the festal bowl,
Supply'd the nobler banquet of the soul;
Whom patience taught, submissive, to sustain,
The fierce attacks of long-continu'd pain;
Whose faith, in death unshaken, tow'r'd on high,
And shew'd succeeding Christians how to die.
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