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--The Mother, to her sleeping Child. 1 See the beauteous Baby smiling In that calm & gentle sleep Of its greif my heart beguiling Bidding me forbear to weep. --2 But alas I still must sorrow; While I think, -- I still must sigh-- A cruel blight may 'ere the morrow Bid my lovely rose-bud die.-- --3 Yet should the blight in pity sparing Pass o'er Innocence like thine; Still I view thee, sad, despairing, Lest thy lot resemble mine.-- --4 Love may mark thee for delusion Freindship thy young heart deceive The World will mock they Soul's Effusion mock the [[underline]] Fool [[/underline]] that could believe.
