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To Madam Lambert.
Now, Madam, since you have sustain'd a loss,Which all the pleasures of your Life may cross;
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Whose very name may make your heart to bleed;
Yet comfort take, since he is gone before,
To wait your coming at the Heavenly Door;
Where you shall enter an Immortal Bride,
With Saints and Angels to be glorify'd.
Nor let it be a grief that you have none
To pattern your dead Lord, I mean, a Son:
His Vertues have immortaliz'd his name,
And still he lives in a perennal Fame.
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