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NYGWPB.743.008
28 Feb 1743:112 (9)
AN ELEGY ON A YOUNG LADY.
Amuse the meanest of the vocal throng,
Unskill'd in bolder flights or loftier song,
Ne'er taught to climb th' adventrous road to fame,
Presents an off'ring due to friendship's name;
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Celia is dead: The beauteous, and the young,
The virgins glory, and the muses song.
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But let the muse with gladder notes aspire,
And view her stringing the celestial lyre.
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They cast their glitt'ring crowns before the throne,
And chaunt forth anthems to the great unknown,
Ravish'd with joy, she joins th'harmonious throng,
With eager transport learns the heav'nly song.
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