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Sonnet.
ON THE DIVINE PROVIDENCE.
As some fond mother views her infant race,With tender love o'erflowing while she sees,
She kisses one, one clasps in her embrace,
Her feet supporting one, and one her knees;
Then, as the winning gesture, speaking face,
Or plaintive cry explain their different pleas,
A look, a word, she deals with various grace,
And smiles, or frowns, as Love alone decrees.
O'er man, frail kind, so Providence Divine
Still watches; hears, sustains, and succours all,
With equal eye beholding each that lives.
If Heaven denies, oh! let not man repine!
Heaven but denies to quicken duty's call,
Or feigning to deny, more largely gives.
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