My heart's sole comfort I behold,
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More dear than life, when life was bless'd;
I saw her pining, fainting, cold,
I begg'd—but vain was my request.
I saw the tempting food, and seized—
My infant-sufferer found relief;
And, in the pilfer'd treasure pleased,
Smiled on my guilt, and hush'd my grief.
But I have griefs of other kind,