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I reared it up, and it grew fond of me.

After my father's death it saw the day;

We gave my mother up for lost, she lay

In such a wretched plight, and then at length

So very slowly she regain'd her strength.

Weak as she was, 'twas vain for her to try

Herself to suckle the poor babe, so I

Reared it on milk and water all alone;

And thus the child became as 'twere my own;

Within my arms it stretched itself and grew,

And smiling, nestled in my bosom too.