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Mater ait tacta est dea Nomine Matris	A
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Ovid	B
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Utinam modo dicere Possem	C
Carmina digna dea certe est dea carmine digna	D
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Virgil	E
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Let hireling Poets ply their venal Lays	A
The Great the Pow'rful and the Rich to praise	A
Let Male contents with Satire tickled be	F
And Love sick Coxcombs sink in Simile	E
A diff'rent Theme my Verses shall employ	E
A Mother's Anguish and a Mother's Joy	E
And thou O Bret the softest of thy Kind	B
Accept this Picture of a Parent's Mind	B
If ever am'rous Plaint your Ear could please	A
Or Love or Pity on your Bosom seize	A
With fav'ring Smiles a well meant Song regard	B
And Oh forgive an unexperienc'd Bard	B
If faintly he describe the Bliss or Woe	G
Which only you who feel it truly know	G
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From that sad Hour when your unhappy Son	D
Struck thro the Life that forfeited his own	D
What Doubts what Fears your anxious Soul posses'd	B
And tore the soft Asylum of your Breast	B
Oh where for Shelter shall the Afflicted fly	E
Or where expect a sweeter Sanctuary	F
Accus'd forlorn the much lov'd Youth behold	B
Depriv'd of Freedom destitute of Gold	B
Gold that from Dungeons Criminals can free	F
And ev'n in Newgate offers Liberty	F
Prophets of Fate where rav'nous Vulturs ply'd	F
Cruel as Death as Death unsatisfied	F
Where Felons Murd'rers Traytors are secur'd	F
And if not guiltless uncondemn'd immur'd	F
Where thick built Walls th'imprison'd Wretch deprive	H
Almost of vital Air while yet alive	H
A Place which scarce the Grave to which it leads	A
In Damps in Darkness or in Stench exceeds	A
How did your Kindness ease this Lot severe	I
Your Fondness tend him and your Bounty chear	I
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No Glympse of Joy your Pleasures then convey'd	F
Nor Midnight Ball nor Morning Masquerade	F
In vain to crouded Drawing Rooms you run	D
The Court a Desart seems without your Son	D
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If sportive Youth with sparkling Vigour come	C
You see with secret Pain their opening Bloom	C
Why was my Son thus to yourself you say	A
As young and not so fortunate as they	A
Nor sight of Age your Passion can endure	I
And must my Son then leave me immature	I
Still others' Joys you view'd and tasted none	D
Still others' Griefs were lighter than your own	D
And still whate'er you hear whate'er you see	F
Is cause for Plaint and Food for Misery	F
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Your soft Distress your Tenderness of Pain	D
Can never be describ'd or felt by Man	D
Your Anna dear taught by your matchless Mind	F
Copies that glorious Frailty of her kind	F
The Sister's Love in Time of Danger shown	D
Can only be transcended by your own	D
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In his Defence mov'd your persuasive Tongue	J
Excus'd the Rash and pleaded for the Young	J
You Heav'n and Earth sollicite on his Side	F
No Friend unspoke to and no Art untried	F
Your Art your Importunity is weak	K
You move resistless if the Mother speak	K
How vainly I recall my num'rous Fears	A
The Pains he cost me in his Infant Years	A
Was it for this I bore him on my Knees	A
Was all my Foresight were my Throes for this	A
Each pleasing Hope that with his Life began	D
All dash'd preserv'd the Boy but lost the Man	D
Strike me and spare my Child Oh let me save	L
The Life by Friendship I by Nature gave	L
So Birds by Instinct taught supply with Food	F
And chear with genial Warmth their callow Brood	F
And oft their kind maternal Breasts expose	A
To guard their helpless Young from threat'ning Foes	A
Fearless and fierce unequal Fight maintain	D
And dye themselves e'er see their Offspring slain	D
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The Doom once past o'er his devoted Head	F
The Sword hangs threat'ning by a single Thread	F
While bent with Chains the Weight he scarcely bore	I
Which gall'd the Wearer much the Mother more	I
Who can the Tortures of your Soul declare	I
Your Noon tide Labours and your Mid night Prayer	I
Let meaner Friends to view the Pris'ner go	G
Whose slighter Love can bear that Sight of Woe	G
A Sight too shocking for a Mother's Eye	E
Which yet your utmost Caution cannot flye	E
Still to your Mind the darling Youth appears	A
And racks your Bosom with tormenting Fears	A
Present where e'er you move the Phantom seems	A
And haunts with ghastly Shapes your Morning Dreams	A
The Scene of Justice to your sleeping Eyes	A
Stands terribly display'd and now he dies	A
Thick to your Heart the vital Currents run	D
You start and waking cry My Son My Son	D
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Let none object you no Concern reveal'd	F
Fire oft glows fiercest that is most conceal'd	F
Great Griefs are speechless petty Sorrow speaks	A
The Heart which vents its Anguish never breaks	A
Your Woes the old poetic Tales revive	H
And Credit to their wildest Fables give	M
So Niobe when in her Presence fell	E
The boasted Offspring she had lov'd too well	E
Thro Horror stiff beheld with stupid Eye	E
The last fair Rival of th'Immortals die	E
While mightier Grief than e'er by Words was shown	D
Transform'd the silent Mourner to a Stone	D
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By Nature touch'd his Pardon all desire	I
And imitate the Virtue they admire	I
Unite his dire Misfortune to bemoan	D
And join in Crowds to supplicate the Throne	D
Who e'er the Mother view'd her Offspring lov'd	F
His Hundreds He but She her Thousands mov'd	F
From Breast to Breast contagious Mercy crept	F
And Fops and Statesmen wonder'd why they wept	F
Hearts hard before unwonted Yearning know	G
Ev'n Jaylers melted at a Mother's Woe	G
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But see he lives whose Death you late deplor'd	F
And angry Justice sheaths her awful Sword	F
Unhop'd for Joy th'Imperial Mercy brings	A
Mercy the best Prerogative of Kings	A
With Triumph now you see the Tempest o'er	I
With Raptures mighty as your Grief before	I
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Not so Tyrconnel welcom'd the Relief	N
Inferior in his Joy as in his Grief	N
Stranger to Motions of a Mother's Mind	F
In Manners diff'rent as in Kindred join'd	F
Since for your Seed such Kindness you express	A
Oh may each Child give equal Happiness	A
With boundless Gratitude your Bosom burns	A
Your Taste for Pleasures and for Court returns	A
To Minds transported ev'ry Thing is gay	A
And January's self appears like May	A
Each Change of Time in Extacy is lost	F
Nor Age feels Winter nor December Frost	F
Of bright now brighter shine your lovely Eyes	A
And wing'd with Joy th'exalted Spirits rise	A
New Warmth new Vigour to your Veins impart	F
And dance tumultuous to your beating Heart	F
But Oh beware and curb th'o'erflowing Tide	F
For oft the Over fortunate have died	F
Whom Grief in vain had labour'd to destroy	I
Surpris'd unequal to Excess of Joy	I
And ah too far th'unwieldy Joy prevails	A
For Life itself may sink when Reason fails	A
Since oft so high your Extacies have grown	D
You seem'd the Ties of Nature to disown	D
Lost for a While to Mem'ry you disclaim	C
A Child so dearly lov'd and Mother's Name	C
What dang'rous Transport parent Hearts may feel	E
Let Ovid soft the Lady's Poet tell	E
Thus old Agave mad denies her Boy	I
Possess'd with frantic Bacchanalian Joy	I
Knows not his Form but with distracted Roar	I
Mistakes her Offspring for a Forest Boar	I
Runs to compleat his Death exulting on	D
And slays a Monster while She kills her Son	D
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Soon as the short Delirium past you find	F
And Sense regains it's Empire o'er the Mind	F
You bless the Hand that eas'd your anxious Cares	A
And pour for Brunswick's House incessant Prayers	A
Let the King live thus speaks your ardent Zeal	E
Long live a Parent's Happiness to feel	E
May Peace for ever bless the sacred Line	D
That ev'ry Son may live as well as mine	D
Not equal Gladness o'er your Bosom spread	F
When first the Infant bless'd your genial Bed	F
Not half the Mother's Transport did you find	F
For what is Body's Ease to Ease of Mind	F
Nor when his Prattling did your Ears engage	O
And promised Wonders in his riper Age	O
Nor when the Race of Youth he gayly ran	D
And rose thro' various Hazards up to Man	D
As when Great C sar spoke the Royal Word	F
Which him to Life and you to Peace restor'd	F
Both by their Sov'reign's Favour born anew	D
He twice a Son and twice a Mother you	D
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Finis	A