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172 'Tis gone—forgotten—let me do

My best—there was a smile or two,

I can remember them, I see

The smiles, worth all the world to me.

Dear Baby! I must lay thee down;

Thou troublest me with strange alarms;

Smiles hast Thou, sweet ones of thy own;

I cannot keep thee in my arms,

For they confound me: as it is,

I have forgot those smiles of his.

Oh! how I love thee!—we will stay

Together here this one half day.

My Sister's Child, who bears my name,

From France across the Ocean came;

She with her Mother crossed the sea;

The Babe and Mother near me dwell:

My Darling, she is not to me

What thou art! though I love her well:

Rest, little Stranger, rest thee here!

Never was any Child more dear!