Repeating oft; the infant, freed from pain,
Rejected food, but took the dose again,
Sinking to sleep; while she her joy express'd,
That her dear charge could sweetly take his rest:
Soon may she spare her cordial; not a doubt
Remains but quickly he will rest without.
This moves our grief and pity, and we sigh
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To think what numbers from these causes die;
But what contempt and anger should we show,