The Aforesaid Child, Dying on her Father's Birthday, Occasion'd the Following Lines
That fatal day, which lent my earliest breath,
Gave my dear girl to the cold arms of death:
Others in triumph may their birthdays keep;
Mine calls aloud for tears, and bids me weep.
Gave my dear girl to the cold arms of death:
Others in triumph may their birthdays keep;
Mine calls aloud for tears, and bids me weep.
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