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106 On her lov'd child behold the mother gaze, In weaknes pleas'd, and miling thro' decays, And leaning on that breat her cares awage; How oft a pillow for declining age!

&emsp;For this, when that fair frame mut feel decay, (Ye fates protract it to a ditant day) When thy approach no tumults hall impart, Nor that commanding glance trike thro' the heart, When meaner beauties hall have leave to hine, And crowds divide the homage lately thine, Not with the tranient praie thoe charms can boat Shall thy fair fame and gentle deeds be lot: Some pious hand hall thy weak limbs utain, And pay thee back thee generous cares again; Thy name hall lourih by the good approv'd, Thy memory honour'd, and thy dut belov'd.