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Samuel Taylor Coleridge - Sonnet XIX. To A Friend, Who Asked How I Felt When The Nurse First Presented My Infant To Me
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Charles! my slow heart was only sad, when first
I scanned that face of feeble infancy;
For dimly on my thoughtful spirit burst
All I had been, and all my babe might be!
But when I saw it on its Mother`s arm,
And hanging at her bosom (she the while
Bent o`er its features with a tearful smile), 
Then I was thrilled and melted, and most warm
Impressed a Father`s kiss: and all beguiled 
Of dark remembrance, and presageful fear,
I seemed to see an Angel`s form appear--
`Twas even thine, beloved Woman mild!
So for the Mother`s sake the Child was dear,
And dearer was the Mother for the Child.
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