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...And tears of pity could not be repressed. Heaven sends misfortunes, — why should we repine ? 'T is returns Day, or the sweet approach of even hailed the morn ; But ah ! oppression forced me from my cot ; My cattle died, and blighted was iny...

...kind relief, And tears in pity could not be represt. Heaven sends misfortunes : why should we repine ? 'Tis Heaven has brought me to the state you see, And...my paternal lot ; Then like the lark, I sprightly hailed the morn : But ah ! Oppression forced me from my cot, My cattle died, and blighted was my corn....

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...your breast, Your hands would not withhold the kind relief, And tears of pity would not be repress'd. A little farm was my paternal lot; Then, like the lark, I sprigthly hailed the morn ; But, ah! oppression forced me from my cot; My cattle died, and blighted...

...Heaven sends misfortunes: why should we repine ? 25 'T is Heaven has brought me to the state you seo: And your condition may be soon like mine, The child...lot; Then like the lark I sprightly hail'd the morn; 30 But, ah ! oppression forced me from my cot j My cattle died, and blighted was my corn. My daughter,...

...lengthened years : And many a furrow on my grief-worn cheek Has been the channel to a flood of tears. A little farm was my paternal lot; Then like the lark I sprightly hailed the morn: But ah ! oppression forced me from my cot, My cattle died, and blighted was my corn....

...relief, And teare of pity could not be repressed. Heaven sends misfortunes — why should we repiiie? 'Tis Heaven has brought me to the state you see :...condition may be soon like mine. The child of sorrow aiid of misery. A little farm was my paternal lot, Then, like the lark, I sprightly hailed the morn...

...And tears of pity could not be repressed. Heaven sends misfortunes — why should we repine ? 'T is heaven has brought me to the state you see : And your...was my paternal lot, Then like the lark I sprightly hailed the morn; But ah ! oppression forced me from my cot ; My cattle died, and blighted was my corn....

...repine? 'Tis Heaven has brought me to the state vou seet And your condition may be soon like mine, A little farm was my paternal lot, Then, like the lark, I spricht! v hailed the morr. ; But ah! oppression forced me from mv cot; My cattle died, and blighted...