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    100 THE MOTHER' S LAMENT.

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    Then every thing a new life took , And Iiife itself grew young ,

    And I could hear the music then In a sweet baby ' s tongue _. Another babboy I had

    y , With And mimic his dear smiles father to ' s cause eyes , heart Perpetual sweet surprise , . my

    But James had fortune still to seek And must his land forsake , And soon the little ones and I

    Must follow in his wake . So with my babes I sailed across

    The fickle summer sea ; It seemed to me I left no loss , Stood My heart where leapt the forward western , 7 waters ie toss

    And beckoned on to me . , John prattled of the sea , the babe

    Crowed at the dashing foam : We trod a grave we thought not of _. And left behind a home !

    But madly dashed the waves one night , Up to the heavens , and back :

    And Ah , dreadful fearful waters mingled mountain sea and s sk hi y , h Closed round , and hid , our track ! g ,

    Up to the deck each soul , aghast , Crowded in fierce despair , To try—last hope !—if e ' er a rope

    Might reach the land off there ! Two dogs had in that boiling tide

    A Struggled mastiff , onl striven now , toiled remained , and died : On whom each y , desperate eye was , strained .

    He won : how each upon that rope Himself in maddest hurry flung ! Oh ! how they jostledsworeand shrieked

    And firm , and firmer , clung ! , , A greater wretch than any

    there—Two children in my arms—I struggled on to just half way , Strong with intense alarms .

    Just half the way , and then I found I could , alas ! no

    more" Save John" some screamed , " . For with the babe , It will be quicklier o'er . "

    Oh baby ! baby ! thy dear hand Ah Was ! what close around so precious my neck to "be , saved

    Of all that mighty wreck J

    100 The Mother' S Lament.

    100 THE MOTHER ' S LAMENT .

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  • English Woman’s Journal (1858-1864), April 1, 1860, page 100, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse-os.kdl.kcl.ac.uk/periodicals/ewj/issues/ewj_01041860/page/28/