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THE GROCER'S DAUGHTER.
Stop, stop! and look through the dusty pane.—
She 's gone!—Nay, hist! again I have caught her:
There is the source of my sighs of pain,
There is my idol, the Grocer's Daughter!
She 's gone!—Nay, hist! again I have caught her:
There is the source of my sighs of pain,
There is my idol, the Grocer's Daughter!
“A child! no woman!” A bud, no flower:
But think, when a year or more has brought her
Its ripening roundness, how proud a dower
Of charms will bloom in the Grocer's Daughter!
But think, when a year or more has brought her
Its ripening roundness, how proud a dower
Of charms will bloom in the Grocer's Daughter!
I have a love for the flower that blows,
One for the bud that needs sun and water;
The first because it is now a rose,
The other will be,—like the Grocer's Daughter.
One for the bud that needs sun and water;
The first because it is now a rose,
The other will be,—like the Grocer's Daughter.
She stood in the door, as I passed to-day,
And mine and a thousand glances sought her;
Like a star from heaven with equal ray,
On all alike, shone the Grocer's Daughter.
And mine and a thousand glances sought her;
Like a star from heaven with equal ray,
On all alike, shone the Grocer's Daughter.
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Mark how the sweetest on earth can smile,
As yon patient drudge, yon coarse-browed porter,
Eases his burdened back, the while
Keeping his eyes on the Grocer's Daughter.
As yon patient drudge, yon coarse-browed porter,
Eases his burdened back, the while
Keeping his eyes on the Grocer's Daughter.
Now, look ye! I who have much to lose—
Rank, wealth, and friends—like the load he brought her,
Would toss them under her little shoes,
To win that smile from the Grocer's Daughter.
Rank, wealth, and friends—like the load he brought her,
Would toss them under her little shoes,
To win that smile from the Grocer's Daughter.
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