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To the Mother-linnet's noteModuling her slender throat,Chirping forth thy petty joys,Wanton in the change of toys, 20Like the linnet green, in May,Flitting to each bloomy spray,Wearied then, and glad of rest,Like the linlet in the nest. 24This thy present happy lot,This, in time, will be forgot:O her pleasures, other cares,Ever-busy time prepares; 28And thou shalt in thy daughter see,This picture, once, resembled thee.

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