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Oh my Babe in that calm slumber Vainly would my Soul divine What varied ills thy days may number What miseries fate may thee design.
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Ingratitude will still pursue thee Persecution be they doom;-- I weep--& while I sadly view thee Think--how peaceful is the Tomb.--
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Then sleep sweet Babe, --I ne'er will sorrow Sleep thy halcyon Life away I will not fear the blight to morrow 'Twill come the sharper for its stay. ....