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Monthly Repository (1806-1838) and Unitarian Chronicle (1832-1833), May 1834, Edition 1 of 1, Page 344, Untitled Article

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      Mount up , immortal essence ! Young spirit ! hence—depart ! And is this death ?—dread thing ! If such thy visiting How beautiful thou art !

      Oh ! I could gaze for ever Upon that waxen face . So passionless ! so pure ! The little shrine was sure An angel ' s dwelling-place

      Thou deepest , childless mother ! Ay , weep— - ' twill ease thine heart —• He was thy first-born son—Thy first , thine only one'Tis hard from him to part .

      * Tis hard to lay thy darling Deep in the damp cold earth , His empty crib to see , His silent nursery , Late ringing with his mirth .

      To meet again in slumber His small mouth ' s rosy kiss , Then—wakened with a start , By thine own throbbing heart—His twining arms to miss .

      And then to lie and weep , And think the live-long night , ( Feeding thine own distress With accurate greediness ) Of every past delight .

      Of all his winning ways , His pretty , playful smiles , His joy at Bight of thee , His tricks , his mimickry . And all his little wiles . Oh ! those are recollections

      Round mothers' hearts that cling That mingle with the tears And smiles of after years With oft awakening .

      JJut thou wilt then , fond mother , In after years look back —• ( Time brings such wondrous easing , ) With sadness not unpleusincf , Even on this gloomy track .

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      344 The Writings and Genius of Caroline Bowles

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    • Monthly Repository (1806-1838) and Unitarian Chronicle (1832-1833), May 2, 1834, page 344, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/mruc/issues/vm2-ncseproduct2633/page/32/