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THY soul within such silent pomp did keep,
As if humanity were lulld asleep;
So gentle was thy pilgrimage beneath,
Times unheard feet scarce make less noise,
Or the soft journey which a planet goes:
Life seemd all calm as its last breath.
A still tranquillity so hushd thy breast,
As if some Halcyon were its guest,
And there had built her nest;
It hardly now enjoys a greater rest.