%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> The Sorrowful Mother, / OR, / The Pious Daughters Last Farewel. / She patiently did run her Race, / believ'd the Word of Truth; / And Death did willingly embrace, / tho' in her blooming Youth. University of California - Santa Barbara The Early Modern Center Director Patricia Fumerton ?-? Early Modern Center, University of California Santa Barbara Santa Barbara, CA 03/14/2016 34696

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R227382 1 Troy Town Queen Dido; Troy Town Troy Town DEar Mother, I alas! must leave / the pleasures of this life, and you, Houghton Library Huth EBB65H Editor none none none none Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 2: 249 The Sorrowful Mother, / OR, / The Pious Daughters Last Farewel. / She patiently did run her Race, / believ'd the Word of Truth; / And Death did willingly embrace, / tho' in her blooming Youth. The Sorrowful Mother, OR, The Pious Daughters Last Farewel. She patiently did run her Race, believ’d the Word of Truth; And Death did willingly embrace, tho’ in her blooming Youth. The Sorrowful Mother, OR, The Pious Daughter's Last Farewell. She patiently did run her Race, believed the Word of Truth; And Death did willingly embrace, though in her blooming Youth. ?-? J. Deacon

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DEar Mother, I alas! must leave the pleasures of this life, and you, Yet never seem to sigh or grieve, although I bid the world adieu; Tho Death now my life destroy, Yet we shall meet again in joy. My Daughter dear, and is it so? that I indeed must part with thee; This fills my heart with grief and woe, from sorrow I shall ner be free; But languish here in deep dispair, My grief is more then I can bear.
Dear Mother, do not thus lament, my joys abundantly encrease, To leave this world I am content, for I shall now lye down in peace, Such moan for me you need not make, Sure he that gives may freely take. To his good will I ought agree, but as thou art my Daughter dear, I weep and do lament to see that Heavens hand is so severe; To send thee to the silent Grave, No greater sorrow can I have.
O that I could but you enjoyn to exercise your patience still, And never murmur nor repine, against the Lords most gracious will; For if he say, it shall be so, Why should I not be free to go? My feeble Carcass now is weak, therefore I say my dearest friends, Unto the Lord alone I seek, to gain a pardon for my Sins: That so my Conscience may be clear, Deaths cruel Dart ide never fear. For it will me from grief release, as soon as he the stroke shall give, I having made my perfect peace, I now had rather dye then live: Alas! what is this present Life, But sorrow, trouble, care and strife. Her Friends was filld with grief and woe, so that they could not well refrain From tears which did in sorrow flow, they wrung their hands and wept amain With fainting voice, O then said she, Weep for your Sins and not for me. For I am going where I shall be happy to Eternity, Therefore to God for Mercy call, as knowing you must follow me: No Mortal in the world is free From Deaths Usurping Tyranny.
Tho some you see in Pride appears, adornd in Silk and sweet Perfume, Altho they flourish many year, yet Death at last will be their Doom: they then must change their garments sweet For a poor Shroud or Winding-Sheet. Consider well what I have said, for I must leave you now, said she For here behold all round my Bed, sweet Messengers that waits for me; Who on their Wings will me convey, Where peace and joys will ner decay. This does much comfort now afford, as knowing they my Soul will bring Into the presence of the Lord, where blessed Saints and Angels Sing; Then with a dying sigh, said she, Sweet Saviour now I come to thee. When she out of this world did go, her Mothers sorrow was not small, Each Friend did manifest her woe, by tears, which did like showers fall: No tongue is able to express, Their sorrow, grief, and heaviness. A tender Mother did express those words unto her friends, and said, My grief and sorrow is the less, to see the happy end she made: A worthy pattern may she be, To Damsels now of each degree.
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