And other things sold at her shop—
But, feebler growing year by year,
She felt her end was drawing near.
She therefore bade her son attend,
That she might whisper, ere her end,
A startling tale
(A secret tale)
That on her happiness had preyed,
And other things sold at her shop—
But, feebler growing year by year,
She felt her end was drawing near.
She therefore bade her son attend,
That she might whisper, ere her end,
A startling tale
(A secret tale)
That on her happiness had preyed,