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 ( 4 ) Thy father’s dear image ! unconfcious of woe ! Perhaps with his prefence, we may yet be bleft oft, Perhaps he now follows hard after the foe. 'Yet thefe forboding fears fill my mind with alarms, Prefaging terrors rob my foul of all reft ; Lie ftill my fweet baby, you’re fecure in my arms,” She faid, and more clofely the innocent prefs’d; At this inftant, the moon, from a cloud’s edge emerging, Shone clearly around and brighten’d the fcene, When bright rajys appearing on the river diverging, Soon caught her attention and clofcd her ftrain.

From the cuirafs of Charles, (whofe corpse ) on the wa’ter. Devoid of all motion, was held by a tree)