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...IBy disappointment ev'ry day beguil'd, Dupe of to-morrow even from a child. Thus many a sad to-morrow came and went, Till, all my stock of infant sorrow...learn'd at last submission to my lot, But, though I less deplor'd thee, ne'er forgot. Where once we dwelt our name is heard no more, Children not thine have...

...By disappointment every day beguil'd, Dupe of to-morrow even from a child. Thus many a sad to-morrow came and went, Till, all my stock of infant sorrow...learn'd at last submission to my lot, But, though I less deplor'd thee, ne'er forgot. Where once we dwelt our name is heard no more, Children not thine have...

...thus commemorated in a fingularly beautiful and pathetic compofition on the portrak of his mother. Where once we dwelt our name is heard no more, Children not thine have trod my nars'ry floor j And where the gard'ner Robin, day by day, Drew me to fchool along the public way, Delighted...

...thus commemorated in a singularly beautiful and pathetic tomposition on the portrait of his mother. Where once we dwelt our name is heard no more, Children not thine have trod my nurs'ry Jioor, And where the gard'ner Robin day by day, Drew me to school along the public way, Delighted...

...thus commemorated in a singularly beautiful and pathetic composition on the portrait of his mother. Where once we dwelt our name is heard no more, Children not thine have trod my nurs'ry floor, And where the Gard'ner Robin, day by day, Drew me to school along the public way, Delighted...

...le.irned at la It fubmiffion to my lot, But, though I lets deplored thee, ne'er forgot. Where once \ve dwelt our name is heard no more, Children not thine have trod my nurfery floor; And where the gardener Robin, day by day, Drew me to fchool along the public way, Delighted...

...all my ftopk of infant forrow fpent, O 4 I learned at laft fubmiffion to my lot, But, though I lefs deplored thee, ne'er forgot. Where once we dwelt our...is heard no more, Children not thine have trod my nurfery floor; And where the gardener Robin, day by day, Drew me to fchool along the public way, Delighted...