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SONNET
TO MY DAUGHTER.
Sweet pledge of joys departed! as I lay
Wrapt in deep slumber, I beheld thee, led
By thy angelic mother, long since dead:
Methought that on her face such smiles did play,
As gild the summer's morning. A bright ray
Of lambent glory stream'd around her head.
I gaz'd enraptur'd: love had banish'd dread,
As light the shades of darkness drives away.
Silent awhile ye stood! I could not move,
Such sweet delight my senses did o'erpower;
When, in mild accents of celestial love,
Thy guardian spoke: “cherish this opening flower
With care parental; then some future hour
Shall reunite your souls in bliss above.”
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