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TO LUCY IN HEAVEN.

Departed saint! whose gentle sway
Once lull'd to peace this throbbing breast;
To thee my mournful muse shall pay
The homage of a heart unblest.
And if to thy untroubl'd seat
The voice of sorrow can ascend;
With soothing pity thou shalt greet
The plaintive accents of a friend.

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If e'er on earth that friend was dear
Oh let him not unheeded pine;
If angel eyes can drop a tear
Let one bright pledge descend from thine.
And when the bright harmonious choir
Give songs of heavenly praises birth;
Let tenderest thoughts of love inspire
A sigh for those still left on earth.
Whate'er the blissful lot assign'd
To sainted denizens of Heaven;
Whether, on fleecy clouds reclin'd,
They glitter in the rays of even;
Or, bathing in the chrystal stream,
Which flows through virtue's blest abode;
Or prompted by seraphic dream,
They hymn the glory of their God:

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Whate'er thy task, departed shade!
Still, if thine eye can glance below,
For him to whom thy vows were made
One tear of fond regret shall flow.
Shall flow uncheck'd, perhaps approv'd;
O might it but for mercy plead!
Then, dearest saint! admir'd! belov'd!
That pious drop were bless'd indeed.