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XV. Epitaph on LUCY HAY.
Here lies a senseless lump of clay,That once envelop'd Lucy Hay,
Next with the sun-beam, and the show'r,
To animate some gentle flow'r;
An emblem, not beyond the truth,
Of Lucy's blooming charms and youth,
Each Season shall see Lucy rise,
And all admire her—but the skies;
For there a welcome spirit gone,
Far other likeness she puts on.
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But Lucy thus shall doubly live.
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