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Mossop farewel, my honest friend, adieu! No more is heard the piercing voice of you; But all is hush'd—the muses 'gin to weep, And, for a time, thou'rt only gone to sleep; 'Till call'd upon by the Supreme above, (That God of mercy and eternal love) Ah! then thy awful trial thou must take, And of thy sins a just confession make; Then wilt thou know thy everlasting fate, Whether a happy or a wretched state. But O! my friend, my constant wish is this, That thou may ever find "Eternal bliss."