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<p>Babe! I send o'er the silent sea<lb/> | |||
'' | Many an eloquent thought to thee<lb/> | ||
And sometimes I sit in a artless mood<lb/> | |||
Wrapp'd in forgetful solitude –<lb/> | |||
And scarcely know where my spirit roams<lb/> | |||
Or whence its burthen of sorry comes –<lb/> | |||
But the tear has fallen – & babe I see<lb/> | |||
That tear sprung forth from its source for thee.</p> | |||
<p>Tho' sometimes <del>will</del> sweet to feel a pain<lb/> | |||
That friendship breast reflects again<lb/> | |||
And sweeter still <add>those</add> joys to know<lb/> | |||
That warm on other bosoms glow<lb/> | |||
<del>Could</del> Yet could I babe – <del>they heart distress</del> <add><del>impress</del> awake on thee</add><lb/> | |||
<del>What a reflected bond <gap/></del> <add>Thy future sensibility</add><lb/> | |||
I would not doom thee to the <del><gap/></del> <add>sorrow</add><lb/> | |||
<del>That rankles in my bosom now</del> <add>Thou from thy father's soul might borrow.</add></p> | |||
<p>Babe! his world is a wintry day<lb/> | |||
Of which thou has seen but the morning ray<lb/> | |||
With more of sunshine & less of gloom<lb/> | |||
Than will hang o'er thy path in days to come<lb/> | |||
For oft alas! is the day-break light<lb/> | |||
Veil'd by the clouds of a moontide night<lb/> | |||
And oft doth the Sun when he shines most splendid<lb/> | |||
Hide his head with storm <unclear>attended</unclear>.</p> | |||
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Babe! I send o'er the silent sea
Many an eloquent thought to thee
And sometimes I sit in a artless mood
Wrapp'd in forgetful solitude –
And scarcely know where my spirit roams
Or whence its burthen of sorry comes –
But the tear has fallen – & babe I see
That tear sprung forth from its source for thee.
Tho' sometimes will sweet to feel a pain
That friendship breast reflects again
And sweeter still those joys to know
That warm on other bosoms glow
Could Yet could I babe – they heart distress impress awake on thee
What a reflected bond Thy future sensibility
I would not doom thee to the sorrow
That rankles in my bosom now Thou from thy father's soul might borrow.
Babe! his world is a wintry day
Of which thou has seen but the morning ray
With more of sunshine & less of gloom
Than will hang o'er thy path in days to come
For oft alas! is the day-break light
Veil'd by the clouds of a moontide night
And oft doth the Sun when he shines most splendid
Hide his head with storm attended.
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