Note 89 — Chapter XII
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Ah! who, like me, could taste the joy divine, My lovely babe! to mix thy soul with mine! Torn from my breast, I weep alone for thee Amidst the griefs which Heaven dispensed to me.
Reading edition
Ah! who, like me, could taste the joy divine, My lovely babe! to mix thy soul with mine! Torn from my breast, I weep alone for thee Amidst the griefs which Heaven dispensed to me.