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Mary Darby Robinson - Sonnet to My Beloved Daughter
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WHEN FATE in ruthless rage assail`d my breast,
  And Heaven relentless seal`d the harsh decree;
HOPE, placid soother of the mind distress`d;
  To calm my rending sorrows­gave me THEE. 

In all the charms of innocence array`d,
  `Tis thine to sprinkle patience on my woes;
  As from thy voice celestial comfort flows,
Glancing bright lustre o`er each dreary shade. 

Still may thy growing REASON`s light divine,
  Illume with joy my melancholy bow`rs;
Still may the beams of sacred VIRTUE shine,
  To deck thy spring of youth with thornless flow`rs;
So shall their splendid attributes combine,
  To shed soft sunshine on MY WINTRY HOURS.
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