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HE PRAYS THAT SHE WILL BE NEAR HIM AT HIS DEATH, WHICH HE FEELS / APPROACHING.
Go, plaintive verse, to the cold marble go, / Which hides in earth my treasure from these eyes; / There call on her who answers from yon skies, / Although the mortal part dwells dark and low.