Poem by Joanna Baillie

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BUSY work brings after ease;
Ease brings sport and sport brings rest;
For young and old of all degrees,
The mingled lot is best.
And pain brings pity; then I hear
My mother's sweet and gentle voice,
She strokes my cheek, the touch is dear,
And makes my heart rejoice.
Then welcome work and pain and play
When all is o'er, like bird in nest
We soundly sleep;--well says our lay,
The mingled lot is best. 

1. Song Written for a Welch Air Called
2. On Reading Walter Scot’s
3. Fee him, Father
4. The Season of Life
5. It Fell on a Morning Whan We Were Thrang

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