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"for who to {clump?}forgetfulness a prey, This painful, {unconscious?}
being e'er resign'd? On some fond breast, the parting soul { ?}
Some pious drops the closing eye requires."
and tho' as Lucy said, "it matters not", have every one Lucy wish'd, that
"Yet even their bones, from insult to protect
"Some frail memorial, still erected nigh, {this section crossed out}
"With uncouth rhymes and shapeless sculpture deck'd--
should implore the passing tribute of a sigh.

Thus lost to hope--resigned to suffer, she without further effort
to live, patiently awaited that death, which seemed her only
refuge from misery. Her mild and passive disposition, was
not capable of that acute agony, that violence of passion,
which drives the sufferer to dispair, and gives him courage to
end his life and misery together. She could endure, but she could
not resist, and tho' she could not seek, yet she welcomed death
her last and best friend. [She was roused from the stupour