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ONCE in a lonely hamlet I sojourned	A
In which a Lady driven from France did dwell	B
The big and lesser griefs with which she mourned	A
In friendship she to me would often tell	B
This Lady dwelling upon British ground	A
Where she was childless daily would repair	C
To a poor neighbouring cottage as I found	A
For sake of a young Child whose home was there	C
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Once having seen her clasp with fond embrace	D
This Child I chanted to myself a lay	E
Endeavouring in our English tongue to trace	D
Such things as she unto the Babe might say	E
And thus from what I heard and knew or guessed	A
My song the workings of her heart expressed	A
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'Dear Babe thou daughter of another	F
One moment let me be thy mother	F
An infant's face and looks are thine	G
And sure a mother's heart is mine	G
Thy own dear mother's far away	E
At labour in the harvest field	A
Thy little sister is at play	E
What warmth what comfort would it yield	A
To my poor heart if thou wouldst be	H
One little hour a child to me	H
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II	-
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'Across the waters I am come	I
And I have left a babe at home	J
A long long way of land and sea	H
Come to me I'm no enemy	H
I am the same who at thy side	A
Sate yesterday and made a nest	A
For thee sweet Baby thou hast tried	A
Thou know'st the pillow of my breast	A
Good good art thou alas to me	H
Far more than I can be to thee	H
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III	-
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'Here little Darling dost thou lie	-
An infant thou a mother I	-
Mine wilt thou be thou hast no fears	K
Mine art thou spite of these my tears	L
Alas before I left the spot	A
My baby and its dwelling place	D
The nurse said to me 'Tears should not	A
Be shed upon an infant's face	D
It was unlucky' no no no	M
No truth is in them who say so	M
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IV	-
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'My own dear Little one will sigh	-
Sweet Babe and they will let him die	-
'He pines ' they'll say 'it is his doom	N
And you may see his hour is come '	-
Oh had he but thy cheerful smiles	O
Limbs stout as thine and lips as gay	E
Thy looks thy cunning and thy wiles	O
And countenance like a summer's day	E
They would have hopes of him and then	P
I should behold his face again	P
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V	-
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''Tis gone like dreams that we forget	A
There was a smile or two yet yet	A
I can remember them I see	-
The smiles worth all the world to me	-
Dear Baby I must lay thee down	Q
Thou troublest me with strange alarms	R
Smiles hast thou bright ones of thy own	S
I cannot keep thee in my arms	R
For they confound me where where is	T
That last that sweetest smile of his	T
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VI	-
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'Oh how I love thee we will stay	E
Together here this one half day	E
My sister's child who bears my name	U
From France to sheltering England came	U
She with her mother crossed the sea	-
The babe and mother near me dwell	B
Yet does my yearning heart to thee	-
Turn rather though I love her well	B
Rest little Stranger rest thee here	V
Never was any child more dear	W
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VII	-
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' I cannot help it ill intent	A
I've none my pretty Innocent	A
I weep I know they do thee wrong	X
These tears and my poor idle tongue	Y
Oh what a kiss was that my cheek	Z
How cold it is but thou art good	A
Thine eyes are on me they would speak	Z
I think to help me if they could	A
Blessings upon that soft warm face	D
My heart again is in its place	D
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VIII	-
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'While thou art mine my little Love	-
This cannot be a sorrowful grove	-
Contentment hope and mother's glee	-
I seem to find them all in thee	-
Here's grass to play with here are flowers	A2
I'll call thee by my darling's name	U
Thou hast I think a look of ours	A2
Thy features seem to me the same	U
His little sister thou shalt be	-
And when once more my home I see	-
I'll tell him many tales of Thee '	-

William Wordsworth

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