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And now the walls her name resound,
Alas! no where was Mable found:
A thousand fears their minds invade,
In vain they seek the hapless maid.
“My son, beyond those meadows hie,
“And cross the stream which murmurs nigh,
“There, where it flows in many a wind,
“Young Edith's cottage thou shalt find;
“Perchance, grant Heaven the joy to send!
“My child this morning sought her friend.”
Alas! no where was Mable found:
A thousand fears their minds invade,
In vain they seek the hapless maid.
“My son, beyond those meadows hie,
“And cross the stream which murmurs nigh,
“There, where it flows in many a wind,
“Young Edith's cottage thou shalt find;
“Perchance, grant Heaven the joy to send!
“My child this morning sought her friend.”
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