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XL.
RESOLUTION.
“I feared they'd catch me, and I ran away!”Said a small girl, with basket on her arm;
And, as if fearful of some threatened harm,
She watched her mother's eye of angry gray.
The hag her child had with the basket sent
Into a neighbor's turnip-garden near,
To steal; her little heart did quake with fear,
And her bright eyes dropped tears, as on she went.
“I feared they'd catch me!” “Fool!” was the reply.
The old one from its peg her bonnet took,
Then snatched the basket with a sullen look,
While quick resolve shone plainly in her eye:
“The wicked flee when none pursue, you elf,—
The just are bold as lions,—I will go myself!”
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