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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=407935" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Lines Addressed To A.C.</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I. <br>DEAR Babe, soft object of my care,<br>Unseen, for whom I pour my pray'r;<br>Unknown, yet priz'd all else above,<br>The heir of my maternal love;<br>Ah, let me hail, in simplest lay,<br> Thy earliest New-Year's Day!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>II. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nor past, nor future cloud thy brow,<br>Thy range of thought confin'd to now;<br>Calm on a mother's breast you lie,<br>And heed not if, with tearful eye,<br>For thee her wishes fondly stray<br> O'er many a New-Year's Day.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>III. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet soon the years in rapid flight<br>Shall wake thy heart to new delight;<br>Soon shall exulting youth draw near,<br>With charms so fresh, and hopes so dear;<br>And lovely as the bloom of May<br> Shall seem each New-Year's Day.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>IV. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But ah, since Time at length will bring<br>No rapture on his weary wing,<br>Then, o'er thy path, no longer bright,<br>May Virtue shed a line of light,<br>That cheers the pilgrim, when his way<br> Leads to no New-Year's Day!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Helen+Maria+Williams">Helen Maria Williams</a><div class=q>
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DEAR Babe, soft object of my care,
Unseen, for whom I pour my pray'r;
Unknown, yet priz'd all else above,
The heir of my maternal love;
Ah, let me hail, in simplest lay,
 Thy earliest New-Year's Day!


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