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I will not hover near! and at that hourWhen from it's fleshly sepulchre let loose,Thy phœnix soul shall soar, O best-beloved!I will be with thee in thine agonies, 885And welcome thee to life and happiness,Eternal infinite beatitude!"
He spake, and led her near a straw-roof'd cot, Love's Palace. By the Virtues circled there, The cherub listen'd to such melodies,As aye, when one good deed is register'd 890Above, re-echo in the halls of Heaven. Labor was there, his crisp locks floating loose, Clear was his cheek, and beaming his full eye, And strong his arm robust; the wood-nymph Health Still follow'd on his path, and where he trod 895Fresh flowers and fruits arose. And there was Hope, The general friend; and Mercy, whose mild eye Wept o'er the widowed dove; and, loveliest form, Majestic Chastity, whose sober smile

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