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RECORDS OF WOMAN.
MADELINE.
A DOMESTIC TALE.[1]
Who should it be? Where shouldst thou look for kindness?
When we are sick where can we turn for succour,
When we are wretched where can we complain;
And when the world looks cold and surly on us,
Where can we go to meet a warmer eye
With such sure confidence as to a mother?
Joanna Baillie.
"My child, my child, thou leav'st me!—I shall hear
The gentle voice no more that blest mine ear
"With its first utterance; I shall miss the sound
Of thy light step amidst the flowers around,
- ↑ Originallv published in the Literary Souvenir for 1828.
