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ON TWO CHILDREN OF R. POLWHELE, BURIED IN THE SAME GRAVE,
1789.
Ah, babes! could heaven in mercy give
Your forms to mortal eye,
But a few moments doom'd to live—
Just shewn on earth, to die?
Your forms to mortal eye,
But a few moments doom'd to live—
Just shewn on earth, to die?
Weak man! the vain enquiry cease,
Why heaven hath call'd them hence:
Pure from the world, they died in peace—
They died in innocence!
Why heaven hath call'd them hence:
Pure from the world, they died in peace—
They died in innocence!
P.
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