 | Euphrenia or the Test of Love |  |
XXXII.
More calm, at length she checked her tears,And felt, with rising sigh,
The want of a fond mother's heart,
On which she might rely;
That Altar which received her griefs
In childhood's peaceful days,
When sorrow's dew was quickly dried
By joy's absorbing rays:
Till now she never truly felt
The value of that friend
On whom alone, in doubt and fear,
A daughter can depend.
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