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Farewell sweet babe /! long adieu
No more shall |, thy presence view
No more, alas thy face behold,
Thy lovely form, thy beauteous mould,
No more thy presence shall delight
Our social hours, our happy sight.
Alas thou hast resign'd Thy treath
To the relentless power Of Death;
For he, a fata! shaft has sped,


Aud nunber'd thee among the dead.
Nip'd like the rose, in life's fair morn,
Prom my maternal arms thou'rt torn,
Soon hast receiv'd thy races doom,
And summon'd onward to the tomb.
But thy imnertal spirits flown,
To an g Almighty Makers" throne.
Then, let me check the rising sigh,
And wipe the weeping mnisten'd eye;
Submissive bow to heavens decree,
From pain and sorrow thou art free.
There, clad in white, at his right hand,
In that e'er blessfui happy land,


Thou joins the blevt seraphick band.
There thou behoid'st thy God and frind,
Thy bliss repiete shall never end.
