OF OLIVER GOLDSMITH. 



Silent, went next, neglectful of her charms. 

 And left a lover's for a father's arms. 

 With tender plaints the mother spoke her woes, 

 And blessed the cot where every pleasure rose ; 

 And kissed her thoughtless babes with many a tear, 

 And clasped them close, in sorrow doubly dear ; 

 Whilst her fond husband strove to send relief 

 In all the silent manliness of grief." 



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