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RECONCILED,

Her dainty grace, Her dimpled face

They set me crazy ; Her perfect form, 'Mid sealskins warm— -

She was a daisy I Her faithful slave, O'er her I'd rave

"From morn till even ; Though Fate made me Sixteen, when she

Was thirty-seven. 'Neath passion's sway I urged one day That we should marry ; She shook her head And smiling said :

' No, thank you, Harry !' 1 Well, let her go ! I. hardly know.

Why I should bother ; For all 'twas rough — She's old enough To be my mother.

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Bibliographic details

Observer, Volume 7, Issue 337, 23 May 1885, Page 18

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RECONCILED, Observer, Volume 7, Issue 337, 23 May 1885, Page 18

RECONCILED, Observer, Volume 7, Issue 337, 23 May 1885, Page 18