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Rh Ask ye, if still his heart retains its ardent glow? Ask ye, if filial love Unbodied spirits prove? 'Tis but a little space, and thou shalt rise to know, I bend to soothe thy woes, How near—thou canst not see— I watch thy lone repose, Alice doth comfort thee; To welcome thee I wait—blest mother! come to me.