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XIV. EPITAPH on EURYMEDON.

Here, doom'd in early Life to die,
Eurymedon, thy Relics lie!
Thy little wandering Son we see,
While the cold Earth encloses thee:

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Yet is thy Spirit with the Blest,
Enthron'd amid the Realms of Rest!
And all shall watch, with duteous Care,
For thy dear Sake, the Infant-Heir!