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"Paying her Obsequies to the chaste memory of my dearest Cousin", /
"Mrs.Bowes Barne"
SEE what an undisturbed tear
She weeps for "her" last sleep!
But viewing her, straight waked, a star,
She weeps that she did weep.
Grief ne'er before did tyrannize
On the honour of that brow, / And at the wheels of her brave eyes / Was captive led, till now.
Thus for a saint's apostasy, / The unimagined woes / And sorrows of the hierarchy / None but an angel knows.
Thus for lost soul's recovery, / The clapping of the wings / And triumph of this victory / None but an angel sings.
So none but she knows to bemoan / This equal virgin's fate; / None but Lucasta can her crown / Of glory celebrate.
Then dart on me, Chaste Light, one ray, / By which I may descry / Thy joy clear through this cloudy day / To dress my sorrow by.