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I looked upon my girls & boys
Now of a mother's love bereft –
Tho' heaven had shaded many joys
Some yet unclouded yet joys were left –
And I could hope that He who pours
Fresh waters from the rock that's cleft, –
He who destroys & who restores,
Would retribute death's cruel theft
And thus I mused – & thus I taught
Life's comforts to return again:-
Alas! death's cruelties are nought
Sought to the cruelties of men –
A fiercer tyrant far than death –
The white man came – I cried in vain –
He came Both fathered For tears & silks – & smothered breath
Could neither soothe nor snap the chain.
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