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Who should it be? Where shouldst thou look for kindness? When we are sick where can we turn for succour, When we are wretched where can we complain; And when the world looks cold and surly on us, Where can we go to meet a warmer eye With such sure confidence as to a mother? .

" child, my child, thou leav'st me!—I shall hear The gentle voice no more that blest mine ear "With its first utterance; I shall miss the sound Of thy light step amidst the flowers around,