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Farewell Nay ftop the parting Tear!-Igo!
But leave the Muse thy Comforter below.
He faid. Inftant his Pinions upward foar,
He lefs'ning as they rife, till feen no more.

While Contemplation weigh'd the mystic view, The Lights all vanish'd, and the Vision flew.

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VERSE S,

Occafioned by

The Right Honourable the Lady

Viscountess Tyrconnel's

RECOVERY at BATH.

First Printed in the Year 1730.

VERSES,

On the RECOVERY of the

Lady Viscountess TYRCONNEL.

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HERE Thames with Pride beholds Augufta's
Charms

And either India pours into her Arms;

Where Liberty bids honest Arts abound,
And Pleasures dance in one eternal round;
High-thron'd appears the Laughter-loving Dame,
Goddess of Mirth! Euphrofynè her Name.
Her Smile more chearful than a vernal Morn;
All Life! all Bloom! of Youth and Fancy born.
Touch'd into Joy, what Hearts to her fubmit!
She looks her Sire, and speaks her Mother's Wit.

O'er the gay World the sweet Infpirer reigns;
Spleen flies, and Elegance her Pomp fuftains.
Thee Goddess! thee! the Fair and young obey;
Wealth, Wit, Love, Mufic, all confefs thy Sway.

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