Mrs. JENNINGS.
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Like a tir'd traveller with ſleep oppreſt,
Within her childrens' arms ſhe dropt to reſt.
Farewel! thy cheriſh'd image, ever dear,
Shall many a heart with pious love revere:
Long, long ſhall mine her honour'd memory bleſs,
Who gave the deareſt bleſſing I poſſeſs.
HYMNS.
