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[4] Their happineſs to crown, kind heav'n

two pretty babes did lend;

Lent was the bleſſing, not ſo giv’n,

but for it heaven might ſend.

And ſend Heaven did, ere long, for part,

the eldeſt was recall'd;

Both parents ſorely ru'd the ſmart,

the ſmart them both appall'd

Now firſt appall'd, our warrior brave

ſunk down in deep diſmay;

And oft he view'd his darling's grave,

his darling torn away.

Till heavey thoughts revolv'd too oft,

oppreſs'd the ſprings of life;

His ſtrength decay'd, his ſoul was ſoft,

it bow'd beneath the ſtrife.

His friends to flee the ſcene of grief

their prudent counſel gave;

(From objects new we meet relief)

all fought the youth to ſave.

Bath's balmy waters gently ſtream'd,

their genial aid to give;

Each joy-inſpiring Naiad ſeem'd

to bid the warrior live.

Nathleſs the lurking ſickneſs gains

faſt on his weakened frame;

Till grown more bold, encreaſing pains

reveal'd the fever's flame.

Full thirty days and thirty nights

Maria tends his bed,