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I See Her Now--The Vision Fair,
Of Candour, Innocence, And Truth,
Stand Tiptoe On The Verge Of Air,
'Twixt Childhood And Unstable Youth.
It Was The "Fall" In canada, And The Leaves Were Dying Royally In Purple,
Crimson And Gold. On The Edge Of A Common, Skirting A Well-Known City Of
Ontario, Stood A Small, Rough-Cast Cottage, Behind Which The Sun Was
Setting With A Red Promise Of Frost, His Flaming Tints Repeated In The
Fervid Hue Of The Virginian Creeper That Clothed It.
This Modest Tenement Was The Retreat Of Three Unprotected Females, Two Of
Whom Were Seated In Silent Occupation Close To A Black Stove, Which
Imparted Heat, But Denied Cheerfulness. The Elder Was Grey And Tintless
As Her Life,--Harsh Wisdom Wrung From Sad Experience Ever On Lips Thin
And Tight, As Though From Habitually Repressing Every Desire.
Of Candour, Innocence, And Truth,
Stand Tiptoe On The Verge Of Air,
'Twixt Childhood And Unstable Youth.
It Was The "Fall" In canada, And The Leaves Were Dying Royally In Purple,
Crimson And Gold. On The Edge Of A Common, Skirting A Well-Known City Of
Ontario, Stood A Small, Rough-Cast Cottage, Behind Which The Sun Was
Setting With A Red Promise Of Frost, His Flaming Tints Repeated In The
Fervid Hue Of The Virginian Creeper That Clothed It.
This Modest Tenement Was The Retreat Of Three Unprotected Females, Two Of
Whom Were Seated In Silent Occupation Close To A Black Stove, Which
Imparted Heat, But Denied Cheerfulness. The Elder Was Grey And Tintless
As Her Life,--Harsh Wisdom Wrung From Sad Experience Ever On Lips Thin
And Tight, As Though From Habitually Repressing Every Desire.
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