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  And when some bird has caught my eye,
  Or distant sail been flitting by,
  I wish'd I could as freely fly.

  But I can now contented be,
  Can tell, dear babe, my griefs to thee,
  And feel more brave, and breathe more free.

  And when thy father frowns severe,
  Although my spirit faints with fear,
  I feel I have a comfort near.

  And when he harshly speaks to me,
  If thou art smiling on my knee,
  He softens as he looks on thee.

  To soothe him in an evil hour
  The bud has balm, oh! may the flower
  Possess the same prevailing power!