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SONNET.TO MY ELDEST DAUGHTER.
My first-born darling, come to my embrace,
And let me gaze again upon thy face!
It is a sweet remembrancer of other years,
When pleasure's sun unclouded by the haze
Of disappointment rude, rose in one blaze
Of bright effulgence—soon to set in tears!
And let me gaze again upon thy face!
It is a sweet remembrancer of other years,
When pleasure's sun unclouded by the haze
Of disappointment rude, rose in one blaze
Of bright effulgence—soon to set in tears!
Thou art a gentle record of the past,
Of those blest days which were too bright to last.
Oh my loved child! thou art indeed to me
A sweet drop in my cup of bitterness;
For as I gaze in fondness upon thee,
Hope bids me look for future happiness.—
Of those blest days which were too bright to last.
Oh my loved child! thou art indeed to me
A sweet drop in my cup of bitterness;
For as I gaze in fondness upon thee,
Hope bids me look for future happiness.—
