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Phillis Wheatley - To Mrs. Leonard on The Death of Her HusbandPhillis Wheatley - To Mrs. Leonard on The Death of Her Husband
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GRIM Monarch! see depriv`d of vital breath, A young Physician in the dust of death! Dost thou go on incessant to destroy: The grief to double, and impair the joy? Enough thou never yet wast known to say, Tho` millions die thy mandate to obey. Nor youth, nor science nor the charms of love, Nor aught on earth thy rocky heart can move. The friend, the spouse, from his dark realm to save, In vain we ask the tyrant of the grave. Fair mourner, there see thy own LEONARD spread, Lies undistinguish`d from the vulgar dead; Clos`d are his eyes, eternal slumbers keep, His senses bound in never-waking sleep, Till time shall cease; till many a shining world, Shall fall from Heav`n, in dire confusion hurl`d: Till dying Nature in wild torture lies; Till her last groans shall rend the brazen skies! And not till then, his active Soul shall claim, Its body, now, of more than mortal frame. But ah! methinks the rolling tears apace, Pursue each other down the alter`d face. Ah! cease ye sighs, nor rend the mourner`s heart: Cease thy complaints, no more thy griefs impart. From the cold shell of his great soul arise! And look above, thou native of the skies! There fix thy view, where fleeter than the wind Thy LEONARD flies, and leaves the earth behind. Thyself prepare to pass the gloomy night, To join forever in the fields of light; To thy embrace, his joyful spirit moves, To thee the partner of his earthly loves; He welcomes thee to pleasures more refin`d And better suited to the deathless mind.
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