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Good people all,
with one accord,
Lament for
Madam Blaize,
Who never wanted
a good word--
_From those_
_who spoke her praise._
The needy seldom pass'd her door,
And always found her kind;
She freely lent to all the poor--
_Who left_
_a pledge behind._
She strove the neighbourhood to please
With manners wondrous winning;
And never follow'd wicked ways--
_Unless when she was sinning._
At church, in silks and satins new,
With hoop of monstrous size,
She never slumber'd in her pew--