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An Epitaph on the Death of an Organist.
Within this Earth (a place of low condition)Intomb'd, here lies, an exquisite Musician:
Living, he thriv'd by Concord, and agreeing,
Looking from all things, to Eternal being:
In Equal Rule and Space he lead his life;
A constant, honest, Consort to his Wife,
Much troubled Musick suffer'd such derision
By many, that began Points of Division:
He now, without controul, no question, sings
Eternal Anthems to the King of Kings.
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