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Death cannot make that beauteous face less fair, / But that sweet face may lend to death a grace; / My spirit's guide! from her each good I trace; / Who learns to die, may seek his lesson there.
That holy one! who not his blood would spare, / But did the dark Tartarean bolts unbrace; / He, too, doth from my soul death's terrors chase: / Then welcome, death! thy impress I would wear.
And linger not! 'tis time that I had fled; / Alas! my stay hath little here avail'd, / Since she, my Laura blest, resign'd her breath: / Life's spring in me hath since that hour lain dead, / In her I lived, my life in hers exhaled, / The hour she died I felt within me death!
WOLLASTON.