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...fairest sky So fair as these. The feather, whence the pen Was shaped that traced the lives of these good men, Dropped from an Angel's wing. With moistened...and purest charity In Statesman, Priest, and humble Citi5en : Oh could we copy their mild virtues, then What joy to live, what blessedness to die! Methinks...

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