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AUTREFOIS
Ah yes, I see her as she was in youth.
A country maiden, beautiful and strong,
Used to the work of field and farm, and long
Inured to household service. She, in sooth
Better'd her calling; for that gentle ruth
Which fosters right, and shrinks from doing wrong
And loves the free fair things it dwells among,
Had fill'd her soul with purity and truth.
A country maiden, beautiful and strong,
Used to the work of field and farm, and long
Inured to household service. She, in sooth
Better'd her calling; for that gentle ruth
Which fosters right, and shrinks from doing wrong
And loves the free fair things it dwells among,
Had fill'd her soul with purity and truth.
And now, she is a woman, past her prime,
And past all hope of finding those trim ways
That Culture walks in; but her well-spent time,
And the long lesson of unselfish days,
Have taught her this—that nothing from above
Is more divine, than labour done for Love.
And past all hope of finding those trim ways
That Culture walks in; but her well-spent time,
And the long lesson of unselfish days,
Have taught her this—that nothing from above
Is more divine, than labour done for Love.
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