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Before the sun, with bended knee,
They sank with awful fear;
With praises to their Lord’s decree,
They sought their cottage cheer.
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Her Father, he now met their view,
Past cares they all defied;
The maid was spar’d, her virtue too,
The Magpie ’twas that died.
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FINIS.
L. H. Cox, Printer, 17, Black Friars Road.