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...attachment. The latter must be continually refreshed and kept alive by the presence of its object; but the love that is seated in the soul can live on...willingly forget the infant that perished like a blossom som from her arms, though every recollection is a pang? Where is the child that would willingly forget...

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...Every other wound we seek to heal — every other affliction to forget ; but this wound we consider it a duty to keep open — this affliction we cherish...mother who would willingly forget the infant that pierished like a blossom from her arms, though every recollection is a pang ? Where is the child that...

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...heal— every other affliction to forget; but this wound we consider it a duty to keep open—this affliction we cherish and brood over in solitude. Where is the mother that would willingly forget the infant that perished like a blossom from her arms, though every recollection...

...Every other wound we seek to heal — every other affliction to forget ; but this wound we consider it a duty to keep open — this affliction we cherish and brood over in solitude. Wherd is the mother who would willingly forget the infant that perished like a blossom from her arms,...

...is the only sorrow from which we refuse to be divorced, Every other wound we seek to heal,—every other affliction to forget; but this wound we consider...recollection is a pang? Where is the child that would forget the most tender of parents, though to remember be but to lament? Who, even in the hour of agony,...