“I expect nothing less than, some forthcoming day,
“To be broke up and used for your firing.”
“No never,” cried I, as I started awake,
“I’ll keep thee as long as I’m able
“And each friend that my humble cheer will partake,
“Shall be welcome around my oak table.”
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ALL’S WELL.
Deserted by the waning moon,
When skies proclaim night’s cheerless noon,