MISCELLANEOUS POEMS, Yet, while thy heart thus bleeds, in sunder rent, Deem not in vain the cbast'nin? Ano?el sent. Heav'n dooms perchance this agonizing strife Thy bliss eternal, and her death thy life, As oft, from vernal skies, the heavy shower, Which crushes one, matra'es some hardier flower. But Resignation pauses stil! between, While Sorrow whispers all, that might have been. Oh, when of Britain's pride and boast bereft, Had to our dawning hopes her babe been left, Our bltter tears had sooner ceas'd to run, As dews exhale before the mounting sun. Yet hush, prefer not ev'n this fond complaint, Heav'n took.the infant more to bless the Saint, And crown the measure of her joys above With the full rapture of a mother's love. 221 ......... ?Google
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