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But 0 ! a sweeter, holier love, With this affection blended,
Shall draw me to a home above, When this short life is ended.
TO MY TWIN DAUGHTERS.
WRITTEN THE FIRST ANNTVEBSARY OF THEIR BIRTH.
Your mother's heart beats high with bliss,
My little ones, to-day! For, with unwonted happiness,
She views your childish play ; Thinking how time, whose wing so oft
Spreads mildew through the air,' Has only cast a radiance soft
Upon each cheek so fair!
Mem'ry beholds those helpless forms
Upon my bosom laid, When the first tears of love fell warm
And silent on each head : Mem'ry recalls the hopes and fears
Which day by day were felt, Lest death should blight, or coming years
Stain the pure heart with guilt.
Rather than see your lives flow on
Till sin their beauty mar, I would resign you, one by one,
All lovely as ye are:— '