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Play my sweet babe! play on thy mother's breast
That is indeed a thy paradise of rest
Which came ne'er yet invaded! – smile, my child
Thou played amidst the ceaseless thornless roses – & wild
Where there are many thorns – is distant yet
Thou hast no sorrows which thou wouldst forget
No hopes than can deceive – tears thou wouldst forego – I will child of love
The glories that thou bringest from above
for thou art a heavenly presence art – are free
From even one shadow of mortality!
One cloud of sin! – & thy pure soul doth wear
As yet thy all its own celestial garments here.
'Tis sweet, in such a blessed form as thine
To estimate how lovely – how divine
I that supernal world – from whence we come
And whither go – our birth place & our home.

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Folio number	179	Info in main headings field
Image	001	Titles
Category	collectanea	Number of Pages	2
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Penner	sir john bowring	Watermarks	gr
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Notes public		ID Number	36169
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