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To view the mother of thy infant races, Hang in mute anguish o'er her wasting child, The progress of disease to [pace?] - To see cold famine pale his cherub face - To see him die, and start a man, a craving [1 illegible] Yes Robin, e'en tho starving, then may it sigh For man, his never ending ills deplores! Then will soon be blest; or die - Perhaps e'en now the grateful thaw is nigh When love and plenty shall the (2 illegible). - - - - - - - - - ----