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When cruel Death his paly ensign spread / Over that face, which oft in triumph led / My subject thoughts; and beauty's sovereign light, / Retiring, left the world immersed in night; / The Phantom, with a frown that chill'd the heart, / Seem'd with his gloomy pageant to depart, / Exulting in his formidable arms, / And proud of conquest o'er seraphic charms.
When, turning round, I saw the Power advance / That breaks the gloomy grave's eternal trance, / And bids the disembodied spirit claim / The glorious guerdon of immortal Fame.