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 ( 3 ) “ Lsft night, in the even, my heart fill’d with pleafure, I fat by my Charles, my babe on my knee; This night, preffed down, with fuch woes above meafure ? Are there beings in exiftence more wretched than we ? Ah ! where is my Charles, the unfortunate cried. He left me this morning but did not return ; Tho' crowned with laurels his comrades I’ve fpied. Yet here, I am doom’d my love’s abfence to mourn.

Our nells ringing merrily ,no comfort af- ford me, More offer five are they than yon wolf’s hideous howl ; It is my dear Charles, alone, that can cheer, he Can only bring back loft repofe to my foul. Hulh, hulh, my fweet creature, deep on at the breaft foft