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Come hither girl,——come hither lass,
Said justice with a smile;
Come cheer your spirits with a glass,
Each anxious hour beguile.
20
She saw his motive, knew his aim,
Her heart was elsewhere plac’d;
Her Blaisot’s form, her Blaisot’s name,
Was no where to be trac’d.
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Just at this pause, there enter’d straight,
His worships clerk with speed;
With papers relative to fate,
Or some foul bloody deed.
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Read this my child, the justice said,
And tell me what they say;
Judge what she felt; ah! luckless maid,
Now think of her dismay.
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