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She look'd at it as if she fear'd it;Still wishing, dreading to be near it:Such heart was in her, being thenA little Prattler among men.The Blessing of my later yearsWas with me when a Boy;She gave me eyes, she gave me ears;And humble cares, and delicate fears;A heart, the fountain of sweet tears;And love, and thought, and joy.
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