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