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On the Loss of an only Son, Robert Marquis of Normanby.
Our Morning's gay and shining;
The Days our Joys declare;
At Ev'ning no Repining;
And Night's all void of Care.
The Days our Joys declare;
At Ev'ning no Repining;
And Night's all void of Care.
A fond transported Mother
Was often heard to cry,
Oh, where is such another
So bless'd by Heav'n as I?
Was often heard to cry,
Oh, where is such another
So bless'd by Heav'n as I?
A Child at first was wanting;
Now such a Son is sent,
As Parents most lamenting
In him would find Content.
Now such a Son is sent,
As Parents most lamenting
In him would find Content.
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A Child, of whom kind Heaven
Not only Hope bestows,
But has already given
Him all our Hopes propose.
Not only Hope bestows,
But has already given
Him all our Hopes propose.
The happy Sire's possessing
His Share in such a Boy,
Adds still a greater Blessing
To all my other Joy.
His Share in such a Boy,
Adds still a greater Blessing
To all my other Joy.
But ah! this shiny Weather
Became too hot to last;
Black Clouds began to gather,
And all the Sky o'ercast.
Became too hot to last;
Black Clouds began to gather,
And all the Sky o'ercast.
So fierce a Fever rages,
We all lie drown'd in Tears;
And dismal sad Presages
Come thund'ring in our Ears.
We all lie drown'd in Tears;
And dismal sad Presages
Come thund'ring in our Ears.
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The Doubts that mrde us languish,
Did worse, far worse than kill:
Yet, oh, with all their Anguish,
Would we had doubted still!
Did worse, far worse than kill:
Yet, oh, with all their Anguish,
Would we had doubted still!
But why so much Digression,
This fatal Loss to show?
Alas, there's no Expression
Can tell a Parent's Woe!
This fatal Loss to show?
Alas, there's no Expression
Can tell a Parent's Woe!
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