 But the harvest time of Love is there. Oh! when a Mother meets on high The Babe she lost in infancy, Hath she not then, for pains and fears, The day of woe, the watchful night, For all her sorrow, all her tears, An overpayment of delight ? Southey.  La Belle Assemblée - Pagina 2101812Volledige weergave - Over dit boek
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...is tried and purified, Then hath in Heaven its perfect rest. It soweth here with toil and care, But the harvest time of Love is there. Oh! When a mother meets on high The babe she lost in infancy, Hath she not then, for pains and fears, The day of woe, the watchful night,... | |
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