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“Blanch and my boy, that fatal day,Pass'd by the palace to their play:
I saw them from my lattic'd bower;
The lovely child smil'd at the tower,
And kiss'd his hand, as if to say,
‘My mother, hasten, come away!’
I came: the boy, like a gay fawn,
Plung'd deeper in the woodland lawn:
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I wander'd on unheedingly!
At length a dreadful shriek I caught;
I saw a wolf pursue my child;
My trembling hands to save him sought,
And drew the bow with terror wild.
'Twas Blanch's bow! 'twas Blanch's dart!
It pierc'd—O God! It pierc'd my heart!”
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