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Beneath, a sleeping infant lies,
To earth whose ashes lent,
More glorious shall hereafter rise,
Though not more innocent.
When the arch-angel's trump shall blow,
And souls and bodies join,
What crowds will wish, their lives below
Had been as short as thine!

— Samuel Wesley

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Let sickness blast, and death devour,
If heaven must recompense our pains
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