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need I say, Louisa dear! How glad I am to see you here,
 * A lovely convalescent;

Risen from the bed of pain, and fear,
 * And feverish heat incessant.

The sunny Showers, the dappled Sky, The little Birds that warble high,
 * Their vernal loves commencing,

Will better welcome you than I,
 * With their sweet influencing.

Believe me, while in bed you lay, Your danger taught us all to pray:
 * You made us grow devouter!

Each eye look'd up and seemed to say,
 * How can we do without her?