They took my children too, and this I know
Was just and lawful, but I felt the blow;
My idiot-maid and one unhealthy boy
Were left, a mother's misery and her joy.
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"Three sons I follow'd to the grave, and one—
Oh! can I speak of that unhappy son?
Would all the memory of that time were fled,
And all those horrors, with my child, were dead!
Before the world seduced him, what a grace