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TO AN ABSENT DAUGHTER.
WHERE art thou, bird of song? Brightest one and dearest? Other groves among, Other nests thou cheerest; Sweet thy warbling skill To each ear that heard thee, But 'twas sweetest still To the heart that rear'd thee,
Lamb, where dost thou rest? On stranger-bosoms lying? Flowers, thy path that drest, All uncropp'd are dying; Streams where thou didst roam Murmur on without thee, Lov'st thou still thy home? Can thy mother doubt thee?
Seek thy Saviour's flock, To His blest fold going,