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A PICTURE FROM LIFE.
I know a gentle, quiet maid,
Most quiet are her ways;
There 's quiet reigns in every look,
In all she does or says.
Most quiet are her ways;
There 's quiet reigns in every look,
In all she does or says.
Her garments wear a quiet air,
And neatly sit the while;
There 's quiet in her low sweet voice,
There 's quiet in her smile.
And neatly sit the while;
There 's quiet in her low sweet voice,
There 's quiet in her smile.
There 's quiet in her modest step,
That falls with quiet grace;
There 's quiet in the rose's blush
That mantles o'er her face.
That falls with quiet grace;
There 's quiet in the rose's blush
That mantles o'er her face.
There 's quiet pleading in her look,
From eyes of quiet blue;
Quietly calm as heaven's self,
And seemingly as true.
From eyes of quiet blue;
Quietly calm as heaven's self,
And seemingly as true.
The quiet maiden has a home
Quiet as can be found,
Shut in from city's dusty strife,
And shielded from its sound.
Quiet as can be found,
Shut in from city's dusty strife,
And shielded from its sound.
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It is a quiet mansion old,
A solemn pile and gray;
Within its little shady court
Quiet prevails alway.
A solemn pile and gray;
Within its little shady court
Quiet prevails alway.
A quiet tree its branches waves
Before her window's view,
And breezes play in quiet mood
Its verdant foliage through.
Before her window's view,
And breezes play in quiet mood
Its verdant foliage through.
Heaven bless the quiet maiden,
And keep her aye from harm,
And may her quiet ne'er be broke
By trouble or alarm!
And keep her aye from harm,
And may her quiet ne'er be broke
By trouble or alarm!
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