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Hers was a lonely, shadowed lot; / Or so the unperceiving thought, / Who looked no deeper than her face, / Devoid of chiselled lines of grace- / No farther than her humble grate, / And wondered how she bore her fate.
Yet she was neither lone nor sad; / So much of love her spirit had, / She found an ever-flowing spring / Of happiness in everything.