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Nice work, a milliner's, I think. Always intent upon a crown of silk / or velvet, blue or pink; of felt or straw, of red or brown; nice / work, a milliner's, I think. What dreams a milliner must dream, / stitching a bow or velvet band, or finishing the lining's seam, / creating beauty all by hand. What dreams a milliner must dream! For / as she works at this or that she'll see a smiling, winsome face / beneath the nearly-finished hat, that soon will have such style and / grace -- an unknown girl's delighted face. Nice work a milliner's must / be, to make a jaunty little crown, and trim it very prettily to match / a new and saucy gown. For as the hat takes shape and form, then one / could whisper tenderly, "Now, gallant hat, defy Life's storm and give / a moment's ecstasy. " Nice work a milliner's must be.