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“Oh Miranda! Our Mother! In your company is her solace.
In your young life she liveth, at your bright smile, ever smileth,
Such power have you to cheer her. What could she do without you
When the lengthen'd eve grows lonely, and the widow sorrow presseth?”
“Oh persuade her!” she cried, with an embrace of passionate fervor,
“Persuade her, Bertha! and I'll be your bond-servant forever.”
In your young life she liveth, at your bright smile, ever smileth,
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When the lengthen'd eve grows lonely, and the widow sorrow presseth?”
“Oh persuade her!” she cried, with an embrace of passionate fervor,
“Persuade her, Bertha! and I'll be your bond-servant forever.”
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