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To dancing booth and village fair! He always treating her to pastry and to wine. So shameless too, that to retain Sweet words and kisses came anon-- At night, when at our wheels we sat, Then with her lover she must chat, Thinking the hours too brief for their Sweet talk; And in white sheet do penance now! MARGARET But he will surely marry her? BESSY Not he! Like him, can roam o'er land and sea, That is not fair! BESSY If she should get him, 'twere almost as bad! And then we girls would plague her too, (Exit.) MARGARET (walking towards home) How stoutly once I could inveigh, Not words enough my tongue could find, Black as it seemed, I blacken'd it still more, And did myself securely bless-- Yet ah !--what urg'd me to transgress, (In the niche of the wall a devotional image of the Mater (putting fresh flowers in the pots) Ah, rich in sorrow, thou.html">thou.html">thou, And mark.html">mark with pitying eye.html">eye my misery! Thou dost with bitter smart, To the dear God on high, Pleading for his and thy sore misery. The torturing woe, How my poor heart.html">heart, without relief, Thou knowest, thou alone! With woe, with woe, with woe, When all alone I creep, Alas! my heart is breaking! Were wet with tears of mine, At dawn to deck thy shrine! Shone bright the rising morn, My heart with anguish torn. Ah! rich in sorrow, thou, And mark with pitying eye my misery! NIGHT. STREET BEFORE MARGARET'S DOOR VALENTINE Where merry comrades boasting loud And in her honour drain'd his glass; With easy quiet view the scene, .

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