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XVI.
OPENING THE MUMMY.
Unveil, sweet priestess! waken as thou'rt bidden,That “the subscribers” may behold thy beauties,
And wonder at thy narrative, if true 't is,
As 't is declared to them by Mr. Gliddon.
What antique fancy in thy look reposes;
Perhaps thou 'st walked with Abram, venerated,
Or with young Joseph chatted, consecrated,
Or in that distant day ta'en tea with Moses.
Great Mummy! wonderingly we thee behold,
But thy old flesh is hard as nether stone,
And for a wife we 'd choose a softer one,
For such as thou would make one's blood run cold.
Surely, old lass, you 're safe from Time's aggression,
His ancient teeth on you can't make impression.
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