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Those flaxen locks, those eyes of blue / Bright as thy mother's in their hue; / Those rosy lips, whose dimples play / And smile to steal the heart away, / Recall a scene of former joy, / And touch thy fathers heart, my / Boy!
And thou canst lisp a father's name - / Ah, / William, were thine own the same, / No self-reproach - but, let me cease - / My care for thee shall purchase peace; / Thy mother's shade shall smile in joy, / And pardon all the past, my Boy!