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[When from the Lustre of the Light]
To Mr. D---
When from the Lustre of the Light,
My swimming Eyes shall close in Night,
And Earth's dank Bosom shall receive
The breathless Relicks that I leave;
My Soul, in Mansions of the Sky,
Shall taste unutter'd Joys on high.
Below, my noiseless, humble Name,
Which neither sought, nor hop'd for Fame,
Shall dwell a while in his dear Breast,
Who has my living Heart possest,
And in a Friend's religious Mind,
The best of Monuments shall find!
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