From the Ncw-York Reflector.
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From the New-York Reflector.
WRITTEN DURING A MOTHERS ILL


NESS.
Sleep, mother, Sleep!-in slumber biest,
1t JOYS my heart to see thee rest.
Unfelt in sleep thy load Of sorrow,
Breathe free and thoughtless Of fto-moITov,
And long, and light, thy slumbers last
In happy dreams forget the past
On many night she woke for me,
To soothc my helpless infancy:
While cradled on her patient arm,
She husl'd me with mothers charm.


Sleep, mother sleep, &C.
And be it mine to soothe thy age,
With tender care thy grief assuage,
This hope is left the humblest poor'
The child of wealth can do no more.


Sleep, mother, sleep, &c.