535 She`s happy, with a new Content— That feels to her—like Sacrament— She`s busy—with an altered Care— As just apprenticed to the Air— She`s tearful—if she weep at all— For blissful Causes—Most of all That Heaven permit so meek as her— To such a Fate—to Minister.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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