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POEMS.
As none but mothers feel, she felt!———
In trembling silence down she knelt,
And prayed to Heaven for pity;
Then from her breast the gauze removed,
And softly sang the tune He loved,
Some lullabying ditty.
In trembling silence down she knelt,
And prayed to Heaven for pity;
Then from her breast the gauze removed,
And softly sang the tune He loved,
Some lullabying ditty.
He knew the song, which oft to rest
Had charmed his eyes; He knew the breast,
Which food so oft had brought him;
And still she sang. . . .and still she wept. . . .
And near. . . .and nearer. . . .crept. . . .and crept. . . .
Till to her heart she caught him.
Had charmed his eyes; He knew the breast,
Which food so oft had brought him;
And still she sang. . . .and still she wept. . . .
And near. . . .and nearer. . . .crept. . . .and crept. . . .
Till to her heart she caught him.
