To give's one grave as we'd one mind;

There, as the wiser few suspect,

That spirits after death affect,

Our souls shall meet, and thence will they,

Freed from the tyranny of clay,

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With equal wings, and ancient love

Into the Elysian fields remove,

Where in those blessèd walks they'll find

More of thy genius, and my mind.

First, in the shade of his own bays,

Great Ben they'll see, whose sacred lays

The learnèd ghosts admire, and throng

To catch the subject of his song.

Then Randolph in those holy meads,

His Lovers and Amyntas reads,

Whilst his Nightingale, close by,

Sings his and her own elegy.

From thence dismiss'd, by subtle roads,

Through airy paths and sad abodes,

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