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| BELOW 1 this Marble Monument is laid | |
| All that Heav’n wants of this Celestial Maid. | |
| Preserve, O sacred Tomb, thy Trust consign’d: | |
| The Mold was made on purpose for the Mind: | |
| And she wou’d lose, if at the latter Day | 5 |
| One Atom cou’d be mix’d, of 2 other clay. | |
| Such were the Features of her heavenly Face; | |
| Her Limbs were form’d with such harmonious Grace, | |
| So faultless was the Frame, as if the Whole | |
| Had been an Emanation of the Soul; | 10 |
| Which her own inward Symmetry reveal’d; | |
| And like a Picture shone, in Glass anneal’d | |
| Or like the Sun eclips’d, with shaded Light: | |
| Too piercing, else, to be sustain’d by Sight. | |
| Each Thought was visible that rowl’d within: | 15 |
| As through a Crystal Case, the figur’d Hours are seen. | |
| And Heav’n did this transparent Veil provide, | |
| Because she had no guilty Thought 3 to hide. | |
| All white, a Virgin-Saint, she sought the Skies: | |
| For Marriage, tho’ it sullies not, it dies. | 20 |
| High tho’ her Wit, yet humble was her Mind; | |
| As if she cou’d not, or she wou’d not find | |
| How much her Worth transcended all her Kind. | |
| Yet she had learn’d so much of Heav’n below, | |
| That, when arriv’d, she scarce had more to know: | 25 |
| But only to refresh the former Hint: | |
| And read her Maker in a fairer Print. | |
| So Pious, as 4 she had no time to spare, | |
| For human Thoughts, but was 5 confin’d to Pray’r. | |
| Yet in such Charities she pass’d the Day, | 30 |
| ’Twas wondrous how she found an Hour to Pray. | |
| A Soul so calm, it knew not Ebbs or Flows, | |
| Which Passion cou’d but curl; not discompose. | |
| A Female Softness, with a manly Mind; | |
| A Daughter duteous, and a Sister kind: | 35 |
| In Sickness patient; and in Death resign’d. | |
