And there the cord—my breath is sore oppress'd.
"I now can speak again:—my elder boy
Was that year drown'd—a seaman in a hoy.
He left a numerous race; of these would some
In their young troubles to my cottage come;
And these I taught—an humble teacher I—
Upon their heavenly Parent to rely.
"Alas! I needed such reliance more:—
My idiot-girl, so simply gay before,
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