Thinks of his bill, and passing, raps aloud;
The elder daughter meekly makes him way—
"I want my money, and I cannot stay:
My mill is stopp'd; what, Miss! I cannot grind;
Go tell your father he must raise the wind."
Still trembling, troubled, the dejected maid
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Says, "Sir! my father!—" and then steps afraid:
Ev'n his hard heart is soften'd, and he hears
Her voice with pity; he respects her tears;