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Listen, and when thy hand this paper presses, / O time-worn woman, think of her who blesses / What thy thin fingers touch, with her caresses.
O mother, for the weight of years that break thee! / O daughter, for slow time must yet awake thee, / And from the changes of my heart must make thee.