...ftate yon lee : And your condition may be foon like mine, — The child of forrow — and of mifery. A little farm was my paternal lot, Then like the Lark I fprightly hail'd the morn ; Hut ah ! oppreffion forc'd me from my cot, My cattle dy'd, and blighted...

...the ftate you fee : And your condition may be foon like mine, The chilli of forrow — and of mifery. A little farm was my paternal lot, Then like the lark I fprightly hail'd the morn ; But ah t oppreffion forc'd me from my cot, My cattle dy'd, and blighted...

...to the flate you fee ; And your condition may be foon like mine, The child of forrow and of mifery. A little farm was my paternal lot, Then like the lark I fprightly hailed ihe morn f But ah! oppreffion forced me from my cot, My cattle died, ahd blighted...

...your breaft, Your hand could not withhold the kind relief, And tears of pity could not be reprcit. A little farm was my paternal lot, Then, like the lark, I fprightly hailed the morn, My cattle died, and blighted was my corn, My daughter, once the comfort...

...ftate you fee ; And your condition may be foon like mine, The child of forrow and of mifery. VIII. A little farm was my paternal lot ; Then, like the lark, I fprightly hail'd the morn ; But ah ! oppreffion forc'd me from my cot, My cattle dy'd, and blighted...

...Heaven sends misfortunes — why should we repine ? 'Tis Heaven has brought me to the state you see : And your condition may be soon like mine, The child...But ah ! oppression forc'd me from my cot, My cattle dy'd, and blighted was my corn. My daughter — once the comfort of my age ! Lur'd by a villain from...

...brought me to the state you see : And your condition may be soon like mine, • The child of sorrow—and of misery. A little farm was my paternal lot; Then,...But ah ! oppression forc'd me from my cot, My cattle dy'd, and blighted was my corn. My daughter—once the comfort of my age ! Lur'd by a villain from...

...to the ftate you fee; And your condition may be foon like mine, The child of Sorrow and of Mifery. A little farm was my paternal lot, Then, like the lark, I fprightly hail'd the morn ; But ah ! oppreflion forc'd me from my cot, My cattle dy'd, and blighted...

...me to the i';ite you Ami your condition foon may be like mine, Tbe«hild of Sorrow, and of Mifery ! A little farm was my paternal lot ; Then, like the lark, I Brightly hail'd the morn !— [cot; But, ah ! Oppreffion forc'd me from my Mv ta'.tle died, and blighted...

...link farm was my paternal lor. Then like the Jark 1 Iprightly hail'd the morn -t But, ah ! opprellion corn. My daughter, once the comfort of my age, Lur'd by a villain from her native home, Is caft abandon...