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On a young LADY dangerously Ill.

I

Behold, by undiscerning Fate,
The Fairest of the fairer kind
Sunk under Pain's oppressive Weight;
No longer beauteous, but in Mind.

II

Those Eyes, alas! have lost their Fire,
Those waining Cheeks their Vernal Bloom;
The Wish of Thousands shall expire,
And wither in a lonely Tomb.

III

In vain, alas! on Heav'n we call,
In vain with Tears a respite crave;
That dear, that Angel-Form must fall
The beauteous Victim of the Grave.

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IV

Unpitying too relentless Death,
Is the severe decission just?
Must She resign that balmy Breath,
And turn to unregarded Dust?

V

She must: As when the Winds deform
The clear expansion of the sky,
Without Distinction in the storm
The Roses fade, the Lillies die