The western borders were with crimson spread,
The moon descending looked all flaming red;
She thought good manners bound her to invite
The stranger dame to be her guest that night.
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'Tis true, coarse diet, and a short repast, }
She said, were weak inducements to the taste }
Of one so nicely bred, and so unused to fast; }
But what plain fare her cottage could afford,
A hearty welcome at a homely board,