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MRS. CLARKE*.

Lo! where this filent marble weeps,
A Friend, a Wife, a Mother fleeps
A Heart, within whofe facred cell
The peaceful Virtues lov'd to dwell.
Affection warm, and Faith fincere,

And foft Humanity were there.

In

agony,

in death refign'd,

She felt the wound fhe left behind.

This Lady, the wife of Dr. Clarke, Physician, at Epfom, died April 27, 1757; and is buried in the church of Beckenham, Kent.

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Her infant image, here below,

Sits fimiling on a father's woe:

Whom what awaits, while yet he strays

Along the lonely vale of days?

A pang to fecret forrow dear;

A figh; an unavailing tear;

Till Time fhall ev'ry grief remove,

With Life, with Memory, and with Love.

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