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260 the stranger's lair.
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And With on glistening either side of that , milk pebbles e ; y way , Sunning Whence the themselve daisy looks s the still up wi grave th her s He open , eye ,
Fearless as faith , to the lord of day . Here and there is a stone at the head Of some village magnatenow no more
, ; " The Who farmer held the —his fields son that now slope reigns to in the his shore
stead—. Are Some burie former d here pastors for , t bu hese t scarce hiher a soule squire d , g
Mix with their kindred , in richer mould Under a distant , but loftier spire . ,
The Caug children ht up from hither their with play pan , strong ting breath fever b , Till And laid cheeks dead that white glowe , in d the more arms bri of ght death than before ,
. And For Hest ni the here hts fishermen as of they wind ne , and ' with er could the one fishermen res on t the in their deep ' wives lives , ,
And one g on the shore , who could not sleep . , The Here ' m tor ong would his safel think y folded out his flock sermon , clear
Each Heavenward Telling pas Sunda his simp , they throug le crew gather h storm to beneath steer , and s his hoal , and , rock ;
From the boisterous y boys who play on eye the , sand , And in order before him stand
With the little hoydens , blushing , and shy . But the urchin who feared his Sunday ' s frown
, Till Would he looked pluck his on coat the elf on who a common had stopped day , his
And Of his tickled his If head the head throug was h th not e hole wholl in t bare he cro way wn , y
The hole cap in . the crown was sure to be there , For of attire , that highest grace lace ,
Was seldom in proper use or p . ' T Mong he his stor folded walked flock and that the bright noon took -day way
T That he pa onl led to the t wh church ere , a yar sha d d ' s w l eediest nook , An I know d stopped y not spo whether , and uncovered it was for ay hea ; d when there ,
Or because of the heatwhile h prayer is grey , locks float About his neck , and down , on his coat .
Over Truth these is , no elf wi lo fel cks y , mi womanl ht claim y hands control , g ;
The Some good rents man too had I fear often in hole his s genial in his soul bands ,
We I joined trod his in silence walk , , and the , with shad sauntering lace pace . , y p ;
' " Mong You know the weeds this is were called waifs the of Stranger brown sea _' s Lair -ware , "
260 The Stranger's Lair.
260 the stranger ' s _lair .
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English Woman’s Journal (1858-1864), June 1, 1858, page 260, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/ewj/issues/ewj_01061858/page/44/
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