On the Death of the Czarina, Wife to Peter the Great

Thus, to the long-lov'd partner of his reign,
Spoke great Alexiowits , in death's last pain:
Now, be the world's vast empire yours, alone;
She heard — re-claim'd his breast, and scorn'd his throne,
Glad, to the realms of light, a ghost, she flew ,
Found her lost lord, and charm'd him, to her view.
O! check th' amazement, in your looks, she cry'd,
Nor blame th'impatient haste, with which, I dy'd.
Kind was your trust — but, when you ceas'd to share ,
You left the world, you gave, beneath my care,
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