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art thou, Boy?—Heaven, heaven! the babe is playing Even on the margin of the dizzy steep! Haste—hush! a breath, my agony betraying, And he is gone!—beneath him rolls the deep! Could I but keep the bursting cry suppress'd, And win him back in silence to my breast!

Thou'rt safe!—Thou com'st, with smiles my fond arms meeting, Blest, fearless child!—I, I have tasted death! Nearer! that I may feel thy warm heart beating! And see thy bright hair floating in my breath! Nearer! to still my bosom's yearning pain,— I clasp thee now, mine own! thou'rt here again!