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LINESWRITTEN AFTER THE DEATH OF THE BEST OF MOTHERS, 1815.
Mother awake! thy daughter calls!
She bids thee ope thine eyes!
Alas! thy mother hears thee not,
In sleep she hath her child forgot,
She cannot rise.
She bids thee ope thine eyes!
Alas! thy mother hears thee not,
In sleep she hath her child forgot,
She cannot rise.
Death has seiz'd her for his prey,
He has snatch'd her breath away:
No more her arms will press thee,
She cannot now caress thee,
Adeline.
He has snatch'd her breath away:
No more her arms will press thee,
She cannot now caress thee,
Adeline.
