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For the Death of Her Son.
Fate gave the word, the arrow sped, / And pierc'd my darling's heart; / And with him all the joys are fled / Life can to me impart.
By cruel hands the sapling drops, / In dust dishonour'd laid; / So fell the pride of all my hopes, / My age's future shade.
The mother-linnet in the brake / Bewails her ravish'd young; / So I, for my lost darling's sake, / Lament the live-day long.
Death, oft I've feared thy fatal blow. / Now, fond, I bare my breast; / O, do thou kindly lay me low / With him I love, at rest!