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Nay -- do not bring the jewels -- / Away with that robe of white, / I am sick of the ball room, sister -- / I would rather stay here, to-night. / "The grandest ball of the season! " / "The upper-ten thousands' show! " / Yes, yes, I know it, my darling, / But I do not care to go.
Last night I was thinking deeply, / Something I seldom do. / You know I came home at midnight, / Well, I lay awake till two. / I was thinking of my girlhood, / Just how I had spent its years, / And I blushed for shame, my darling, / And my pillow was wet with tears.