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With a strange infantine ingratitudeShunn'd her as one indifferent. She was pastThat anguish, for she felt her hour draw on,And 'twas her only comfoft now to thinkUpon the grave. "Poor girl!" her mother said,"Thou hast suffered much!" "aye mother! there is none"Can tell what I have suffered!" she replied,"But I shall soon be where the weary rest."And she did rest her soon, for it pleased GodTo take her to his mercy.
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