The clay cold Saint, and mingles with her Vow
The Heaven-reproaching Sigh; in these blest realms
No more the power-compelling Bigot plucks
The robe from Kings, and consecrates the Tomb
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That hides a Brother-Saint with Zeal-enforc'd
And ceremonious Solemnity.—
O'er the Opaque of Nature and of Night
Fair Truth rose smiling, with the Heaven-born Art
That shews the Man his Fellow's Thought imprest