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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=115000" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Written in the retreat from Burgoyne</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Was it for this, with thee a pleasing load,<br>I sadly wander'd thro' the hostile wood;<br>When I thought fortune's spite could do no more,<br>To see thee perish on a foreign shore?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh my lov'd babe! my treasure's left behind,<br>Ne'er sunk a cloud of grief upon my mind;<br>Rich in my children---on my arms I bore<br>My living treasures from the scalper's pow'r:<br>When I sat down to rest beneath some shade,<br>On the soft grass how innocent she play'd,<br>While her sweet sister, from the fragrant wild,<br>Collects the flow'rs to please my precious child;<br>Unconscious of her danger, laughing roves,<br>Nor dreads the painted savage in the groves.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Soon as the spires of Albany appear'd,<br>With fallacies my rising grief I cheer'd;<br>'Resign'd I bear,' said I, 'heaven's just reproof,<br>'Content to dwell beneath a stranger's roof;<br>'Content my babes should eat dependent bread,<br>'Or by the labour of my hands be fed:<br>'What tho' my houses, lands, and goods are gone,<br>'My babes remain---these I can call my own.'<br>But soon my lov'd Abella hung her head,<br>From her soft cheek the bright carnation fled;<br>Her smooth transparent skin too plainly shew'd<br>How fierce thro' every vein the fever glow'd.<br>---In bitter anguish o'er her limbs I hung,<br>I wept and sigh'd, but sorrow chain'd my tongue;<br>At length her languid eyes clos'd from the day,<br>The idol of my soul was torn away;<br>Her spirit fled and left me ghastly clay!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then---then my soul rejected all relief,<br>Comfort I wish'd not for, I lov'd my grief:<br>'Hear, my Abella!' cried I, 'hear me mourn,<br>'For one short moment, oh! my child return;<br>'Let my complaint detain thee from the skies,<br>'Though troops of angels urge thee on to rise.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">All night I mourn'd---and when the rising day<br>Gilt her sad chest with his benignest ray,<br>My friends press round me with officious care,<br>Bid me suppress my sighs, nor drop a tear;<br>Of resignation talk'd---passions subdu'd,<br>Of souls serene and christian fortitude;<br>Bade me be calm, nor murmur at my loss,<br>But unrepining bear each heavy cross.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Go!' cried I raging, 'stoick bosoms go!<br>'Whose hearts vibrate not to the sound of woe;<br>'Go from the sweet society of men,<br>'Seek some unfeeling tyger's savage den,<br>'There calm---alone---of resignation preach,<br>'My Christ's examples better precepts teach.'<br>Where the cold limbs of gentle Laz'rus lay<br>I find him weeping o'er the humid clay;<br>His spirit groan'd, while the beholders said<br>(With gushing eyes) 'see how he lov'd the dead!'<br>And when his thoughts on great Jerus'lem turn'd,<br>Oh! how pathetic o'er her fall he mourn'd!<br>And sad Gethsemene's nocturnal shade<br>The anguish of my weeping Lord survey'd:<br>Yes, 'tis my boast to harbour in my breast<br>The sensibilities by God exprest;<br>Nor shall the mollifying hand of time,<br>Which wipes off common sorrows, cancel mine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ann+Eliza+Bleecker">Ann Eliza Bleecker</a> from <i>The Posthumous Works of Ann Eliza Bleecker</i><div class=q>
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