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So she, sad victim of domestic spite,
Fair Cinderella, pass’d the wintry night,
In the lone chimney’s darksome nook immured,
Her form disfigured, and her charms obscured.
Sudden her godmother appears in sight,
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Lifts the charmed rod, and chants the mystic rite.
The chanted rite the maid attentive hears,
And feels new ear-rings deck her listening ears;[[216]]