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In the softly carpeted and richly furnish'd room
Young life hath enjoyment, as a flower its bloom;
Broidering some pretty toy the dainty fingers ply
An easy task, 'mid pleasant hours, in very luxury.
Young life hath enjoyment, as a flower its bloom;
Broidering some pretty toy the dainty fingers ply
An easy task, 'mid pleasant hours, in very luxury.
On the bare floor, in the attic, where cold winds drive through,
Young life withers sadly, wanting all its due;
Broidering some gorgeous robe for wealthy dame to wear,
Slowly weary fingers labour,—pleasure smiles not there.
Young life withers sadly, wanting all its due;
Broidering some gorgeous robe for wealthy dame to wear,
Slowly weary fingers labour,—pleasure smiles not there.
In the mansion child and maiden know all life's delight;
Child and maiden homed with Squalor live in sorry plight.
Child and maiden homed with Squalor live in sorry plight.
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