..." Grieve not, my child, chafe all thy fears away !" The meek intelligence of thofe dear eyes (Bleft be the art that can immortalize, The art that baffles time's tyrannic claim To quench it) here fhines on me ftill the fame. Faithful remembrancer of one fo dear, Oh welcome gueft, though unexpected,...

..." Grieve not, my child, chafe all thy fears away!" The meek intelligence of thofe dear eyes (Bleft be the art that can immortalize, The art that baffles time's tyrannic claim To quench it) here mines on me ftjll the fame. Faithful remembrancer of one fo dear, Oh welcome gueft, though unexpected,...

..." Grieve not, my child, chafe all thy fears away !" The meek intelligence of thofe dear eyes (Bleft be the art that can immortalize, The art that baffles time's tyrannic claim To quench it) here mines on me ftill the fame. Faithful remembrancer of one fo dear, Oh weleome gueft, though unexpected,...

...Those lips are thine — thy own sweet smiles I see, The same that oft in childhood solaced me; Voice only fails, else, how distinct they say, " Grieve...that can immortalize, The art that baffles time's tyrannick claim To quench it) here shines on me still the same. Faithful remembrancer of one so dear,...

..." Grieve not, my child, chafe all thy fears away !" The meek intelligence of thofe dear eyes (Bleft be the art that can immortalize, The art that baffles time's tyrannic claim To quench it) here fhines on me ftill the fame. Faithful remembrancer of one fo dear, Oh weleome gueft, though unexpefted...

...Those lips are thine.. ..thy own sweet smiles I see, The same that oft in childhood solaced me ; Voice only fails, else, how distinct they say, " Grieve not, my child, chase all thy fears away I" The meek intelligence of those dear eyes (Blest be the art that can immortalize, The art that baffles...

...Grieve not, my child, chafe all thy fears away '." The meek intelligence of thofe dear eyes ( Bleft be the art that can immortalize, The art that baffles time's tyrannic clainr-v To quench it) here fhines on me fKll the fame. Faithful remembrancer of one fo dear, Oh welcome...

...," Grieve not, my child, chafe all thy fears away !" The meek intelligence of thofe dear eyes (Bleft be the art that can immortalize, The art that baffles time's tyrannic claim To quench it) here fhines on me ftil) the fame. Faithful remembrancer of one fo dear, Ph weleome gueft, though unexpected...

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...Those lips are thine — thy own sweet smiles I see, The same, that oft in childhood solaced me ; Voice only fails, else, how distinct they say, " Grieve not, my child, chase all thy fears away I The meek intelligence of those dear eyes ( Blest be the art that can immortalize, he art that baffles...