human
Let me alone, it will not be for long. Then did her mother tremble, murmuring out,
gpt
Dear child, the best of comfort will be soon. O, when you see this other little face, You will, please God, be comforted.
human
I shall not live to see it ; but she did,-- little sickly face, a wan, thin face. Then she grew eager, and her eyes were bright When she would plead with them:
gpt
Take me away, Let me go south; it is the bitter blast That chills my tender babe; she cannot thrive Under the desolate, dull, mournful cloud.