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...forrows fpent, I learn'd at laft fubmiffion to my lot, But, though I lefs deplor'd thee, ne'er forgot 06 Where once we dwelt our name is heard no more, Children not thine have trod my nurs'ry floor; And where the; gard'ner Robin, day by day, Drew me to fchool along the public way, Delighted...

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...my stock of infant sorrow spent, I learn'd at last submission to my lot, But, though I less deplor'd thee, ne'er forgot. Where once we dwelt our name is heard no more, Children not thine have trod my nurs'ry floor ; And where the gard'ner Robin, day by day, Drew me to school along the public way, Delighted...

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...learn'd at laft fubmiflion to my lot, I3ur, though I lefs deplor'd thee, ne'er forgot. Where once we dwe^ our name is heard no more, Children not thine have trod my nurs'ry floor; A nd where the gard'ner Robin, day by day, Drew me to fchool along the public way, Delighted...

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...went, Till, all my stock of infant sorrow spent, I learned at last submission to my lot, j But, though I less deplored thee, ne'er forgot. Where once we...have trod my nursery floor ; And where the gardener Robin, day by day, Drew me to school along the public way, Delighted with my bauble coach, and wrapt...

...thus commemorated in a singularly beautiful and pathetic composition on the portrait of his mother. Where once we dwelt our name is heard no more, Children...not thine have trod my nursery floor, And where the gard'ner Robin day by day, Drew me to school along the public way ; Delighted with ray bauble coach,...