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Then let me clasp thee to my breast,
My love for thee shall never end;
Oh! I shall feel supremely blest,
To find in thee a faithful friend.
My love for thee shall never end;
Oh! I shall feel supremely blest,
To find in thee a faithful friend.
TO THE MEMORY OF AN AFFECTIONATE MOTHER.
Once on a mother's tender breast
I sigh'd my sorrowing heart to rest.
But that is past—and she no more;
Whilst I in hopeless agony
Must mourn those happy days are o'er
Which brought such bliss to me:
For ne'er again on that dear breast
Will my sad heart be hush'd to rest.
I sigh'd my sorrowing heart to rest.
But that is past—and she no more;
Whilst I in hopeless agony
Must mourn those happy days are o'er
Which brought such bliss to me:
For ne'er again on that dear breast
Will my sad heart be hush'd to rest.
