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ON THE DEATH OF A LADY.
“Ah flore venustatis abrepta!”
Death poized his dart with slow protracted aim:
With look serene her fate Lucinda viewed;
She, beauteous flower, smiled drooping o'er the stream
Which undermined her root,—smiled, for she saw
Heaven cloudless pictured in the crystal flood.
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