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HOW she would have loved / A party to-day! - / Bright-hatted and gloved, / With table and tray / And chairs on the lawn / Her smiles would have shone / With welcomings. But / She is shut, she is shut / From friendship's spell / In the jailing shell / Of her tiny cell.
Or she would have reigned / At a dinner to-night / With ardours unfeigned, / And a generous delight; / All in her abode / She'd have freely bestowed / On her guests. But alas, / She is shut under grass / Where no cups flow, / Powerless to know / That it might be so.