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<* Not ev'n this dear preferver, e'er could gain 515- 



" More from my foul than Friendship that be his; 



*' Yet let me own, what, dying, fooths the pang,- 



" That, had thyfelf and duty ne'er been known, 



" He muft have had my love." She paus'd; and dropt 



A filent tear ; then preft the Stranger's hand ; 520- 



Then bow'd her head upon ALCANDER'S breaft, 



And " blefs them both, kind Heav'n !" fhe pray'd and died, 



" And bleft art thou," cry'd CLEON, (in a voice- 

 Struggling with grief for utterance) bleft to die 

 " Ere thou hadft queftion'd me, and I perforce 525" 



" Had told a tale which muft have fent thy foul 

 " In horror from thy bofom. Now it leaves 

 " A fmile of peace upon thofe pallid lips, 

 " That fpeaks its parting happy. Go fair faint \ 

 " Go to thy palm-crown'd father 1 thron'd in blifs, 530 



" And feated by his fide, thou wilt not now 

 " Deplore the favage ftroke that feal'd his doom ^ 

 " Go hymn the Fount of Mercy, who, from ill 

 ** Educing good, makes ev'n a death like his, 



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