Her eyes fixed where had been some star.

O you that rest, where'er you are,

Pray for the tired little woman.

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WANDA

"She shall be sportive as the fawn

That wild with glee across the lawn

Or up the mountain springs;"

I'm Wanda born

Of the mirthful morn

So I heard the red-buds whisper

To the forest beech,

Tho I know that each

Is but a gossipy lisper.

I taunt the brook

With his hair outshook

O'er the weir so cool and mossy,

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And mock the crow

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