Pray heaven you did not prophesy your fate!
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Perhaps, you think your time of triumph near, }
But may mistake the season of the year; }
The Swallow's fortune gives you cause to fear.—[208] }
For charity, replied the matron, tell
What sad mischance those pretty birds befel.—
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Nay, no mischance, the savage dame replied, }
But want of wit in their unerring guide, }