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THE DUET
As late at a house I made my call,
A mother and daughter's voices rang,
In twotreble songs, they sweetly sang,
Strain upon strain, and fall by fall.
A mother and daughter's voices rang,
In twotreble songs, they sweetly sang,
Strain upon strain, and fall by fall.
The mother was comely, still, but staid,
The daughter was young, but womantall,
As people come on to great from small,
Maid upon child, and wife from maid.
The daughter was young, but womantall,
As people come on to great from small,
Maid upon child, and wife from maid.
And oh! where the mother, in the train
Of years, may have left her child alone,
With no fellow voice to match her own,
Song upon song, and strain by strain.
Of years, may have left her child alone,
With no fellow voice to match her own,
Song upon song, and strain by strain.
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May Providence show the way to bring
Her voice to be mine, with me to stay,
While softly my life may wear away,
Summer by summer, spring by spring.
Her voice to be mine, with me to stay,
While softly my life may wear away,
Summer by summer, spring by spring.
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