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 Concerning her Children. 403

In fhady woods I'le fit and fing,

And things that paft, to mind I'le bring.

Once young and pleafant, as are you,

But former toyes (no joyes) adieu.

My age I will not once lament,

But ling, my time fo near is fpent.

And from the top bough take my flight,

Into a country beyond fight.

Where old ones, inftantly grow young.

And there with Seraphims fet fong:

No feafons cold, nor ftorms they fee ;

But fpring lafts to eternity,

When each of you fliall in your nefl;

Among your young ones take your refl;,

In chirping language, oft them tell.

You had a Dam that lov'd you well,

That did what could be done for young.

And nurft you up till you were ftrong,

And 'fore fhe once would let you fly, [248]

She fhew'd you joy and mifery;

Taught what was good, and what was ill,

What would fave life, and what would kill ?

Thus gone, amongft you I may live,

And dead, yet fpeak, and counfel give :

Farewel my birds, farewel adieu,

I happy am, if well with you.

A. B,

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