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...here ! Who bidd'st me honour with an artless songAffectionate, a mother lost so long. 1 will obey, not willingly alone, But gladly, as the precept were...conscious of the tears I shed? Hover'd thy spirit o'er Ihy sorr'wing son, Wretch even then, life's journey just begun? Perhaps thou gav'st me, though unfelt,...

...here! Who bidd'st me honour with an artless song, Affectionate, a mother lost so long. 1 will obey, not willingly alone, But gladly, as the precept were...shall weave a charm for my relief, Shall steep me in FJysian reverie, A momentary dream, that thou art she. 20 My mother! when I learn'd that thou wast...

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...a native poet. The portrait of a parent may for a moment fill up the void in the mind of an orphan. And while that face renews my filial grief, Fancy...Elysian reverie, A momentary dream that thou art she•. The orphan is at times reminded of his parents in forms more impressive. In a dream he is admitted...

...long. I will ohey, not willingly alone, But gladly, as the precept were her own : And, while that race renews my filial grief, Fancy shall weave a charm...momentary dream, that thou art she. My mother ! when I learned that thou wast dead, Say, wast thoo conscious of the tears I shed ? Hovered thy spirit o'er...

...hiddest me honour with an artless song. Affectionate, a mother lost so long. MY MoTHER'S PICTURE. 197 I will ohey, not willingly alone, But gladly, as the precept were her own : And, while that race renews my filial grief, Fancy shall weave a charm for my relief, Shall steep me in Elvsian reverie,...

...here ! / Who bidd'st me honour with an artless song, Affectionate, a mother lost so long, 1 will obey, not willingly alone, But gladly, as the precept were...Elysian reverie, A momentary dream, that thou art she. PART I. B My mother! when I learn'd thai thou wast dead, Say, wast thou conscious of the tears I shed?...

...here ! Who biddest me honour with an artless song, Affectionate, a mother lost so long. I will obey, not willingly alone, But gladly, as the precept were...steep me in Elysian reverie, A momentary dream, that tbou art she. My mother ! when I learned that thou wast dead, Say, wast thou conscious of the tears...