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But oh,
I suppose she was ugly; she wasn't elegant;
I hadn't yearned for her often in my prayers
Yet holding her I was limp, and nothing happened at all:

IN tears to her mother poor Harriet came,
Let us listen to hear what she says:"O see, dear mamma, it is pouring with rain,
We cannot go out in the chaise
"All the week I have long'd for this holiday so,