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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=458729" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To An Amiable Friend Mourning The Death Of An Excellent Father</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">LET deep dejection hide her pallid face,<br>And from thy breast each painful image rase;<br>Forbid thy lip to utter one complaint,<br>But view the glories of the rising saint,<br>Ripe for a crown, and waiting the reward<br>Of watching long the vineyard of the Lord.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The generous purpose of his zealous heart,<br>Truth to enforce, and knowledge to impart,<br>Insures his welcome on the unknown shore,<br>Where choirs of saints and angel forms adore.<br>A seraph met him on the trackless way,<br>And strung his harp to join the heavenly lay.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Complain no more of Death's extensive power,<br>Whose sceptre wafts us to some blissful shore;<br>Where the rough billows that roll o'er the head,<br>That shake the frame, and fill the mind with dread,<br>Are hush'd in silence, and the soul serene<br>Looks back delighted on the closing scene.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Happy, thrice happy, that exalted mind,<br>Who, leaving earth and all its cares behind,<br>Has not a wish to ruffle or control<br>The equal temper of his tranquil soul,<br>Who, on a retrospect, is safe within;<br>No private passion, nor a darling sin,<br>Can check his hope, when death's insatiate pow'r<br>Stands hovering on the last decisive hour.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then weep no more, my friend, but all resigned,<br>Submit thy will to the Eternal Mind,<br>Who watches o'er the movements of the just,<br>And will again reanimate the dust!<br>Thy sire commands, suppress the rising sigh,<br>He wipes the tear from thy too filial eye,<br>And bids thee contemplate a soul set free,<br>Just safe escaped from life's tempestuous sea.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Mercy+Warren">Mercy Warren</a><div class=q>
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Forbid thy lip to utter one complaint,
But view the glories of the rising saint,
Ripe for a crown, and waiting the reward
Of watching long the vineyard of the Lo..."></div>
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