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On A. M. a tender Infant.
Here Sweetness lies, and Innocence, whose BreathWas stopt by early, not unfriendly Death:
She's gone to rest, just as she did begin
Sorrow to know, before she knew to sin:
Death that doth Sin and Sorrow thus prevent,
Is the next Blessing to a Life well spent.
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