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The blooming babe, with shades of Death o'erspread, No more shall smile, no more shall raise its head; But like a branch that from the tree is torn, Falls prostrate, wither'd, languid, and forlorn. «Where flies my James» 'tis thus I seem to hear The parent ask, «Some angel tell me where He whings his passage thro' the yielding air»?
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