Poems on Several Occasions With Anne Boleyn to King Henry VIII. An Epistle. By Mrs. Elizabeth Tollet. The Second Edition |
My own EPITAPH.
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My own EPITAPH.
Falsly this wounded Stone pretends to showThe Inmate of the silent Cell below;
'Tis not that Being, rational, combin'd
Of finer Clay, and the celestial Mind,
But mould'ring Dust to its first Bed resign'd.
Thou sacred, plastic Pow'r! whose Book contains
Our number'd Fibres, our minutest Veins!
These Atoms, in successive Changes tost,
Thro' ev'ry Element dispers'd and lost,
Again from ev'ry Element shall come,
When thy dread Summons calls them from the Tomb;
Again the pristine Structure shall complete,
And wait their Doom at thy decisive Seat.
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May thee, the Source of Light immense! survey,
Complete thy chosen Blest, and this Desire
Which holy Hope and stedfast Faith inspire,
To join my Voice to thy immortal Choir.
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