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Tell, that while Love's fpontaneous fmile endears

The days of peace, the fabbath of his years,
Health fhall prolong to many a feftive hour
The focial pleasures of his humble bower.

Lo! at the couch where infant beauty fleeps, Her filent watch the mournful mother keeps ; She, while the lovely babe unconscious lies, Smiles on her flumb'ring child with pensive eyes, And weaves a fong of melancholy joy

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"Sleep, image of thy father, fleep, my boy :

No ling'ring hour of forrow shall be thine ;

No figh that rends thy father's heart and mine;
Bright as his manly fire, the fon fhall be

In form and foul; but, ah! more bleft than he !

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Thy fame, thy worth, thy filial love, at laft,

Shall foothe this aching heart for all the paft

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many a fmile my folitude repay,

And chafe the world's

ungenerous fcorn away.

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"And say, when fummon'd from the world and thee,

I lay my head beneath the willow tree;

Wilt thou, fweet mourner! at my stone appear,

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And foothe my parted spirit ling'ring near?

Oh, wilt thou come, at ev'ning hour, to shed

The tears of Memory o'er my narrow bed;

With aching temples on thy hand reclin❜d,

Mufe on the laft farewell I leave behind,

Breathe a deep figh to winds that murmur low,

And think on all my love, and all my woe?"

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So fpeaks affection, ere the infant eye

Can look regard, or brighten in reply;

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Or lifps with holy look his ev'ning prayer,

Or gazing, mutely penfive, fits to hear

The mournful ballad warbled in his ear;

How fondly looks admiring Hope the while,

At every artless tear, and every fmile!
How glows the joyous parent to defcry

A guilelefs bofom, true to sympathy !

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Where is the troubled heart, confign'd to share

Tumultuous toils, or folitary care,

Unbleft by vifionary thoughts that stray

To count the joys of Fortune's better day!
Lo, nature, life, and liberty relume

The dim-ey'd tenant of the dungeon gloom,
A long loft friend, or hapless child reftor'd,
Smile at his blazing hearth and focial board;

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Warm from his heart the tears of rapture flow,

And virtue triumphs o'er remember'd woe.

Chide not his peace, proud Reason! nor deftroy

The fhadowy forms of uncreated joy,

That urge the lingering tide of life, and pour

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Spontaneous flumber on his midnight hour.

Hark! the wild maniac fings, to chide the gale

That wafts fo flow her lover's diftant fail ;

She, fad fpectatrefs, on the wint'ry fhore

Watch'd the rude furge his fhroudless corse that bore,

Knew the pale form, and, fhrieking in amaze,

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Clafp'd her cold hands, and fix'd her maddening gaze:

Poor widow'd wretch! 'twas there fhe wept in vain,

Till memory fled her agonizing brain ;—

But Mercy gave, to charm the fenfe of woe,
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peace, that Truth could ne'er beftow ;—

Warm on her heart the joys of Fancy beam,
And aimless Hope delights her darkeft dream.

Oft when yon moon has climb'd the midnight sky,

And the lone fea-bird wakes its wildest cry,

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