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96 And little dainty knick-knacks everywhere; And silken bows and curtains of gay chintz… And oh, her tiny crib, her folding chair!

Sweet woman dear, and did your heart not break, To leave this precious home you made in vain? Poor shabby things! so prized for old times’ sake, With all their memories of love and pain. Alas! while shouts the raucous auctioneer, And rat-faced dames are prying everywhere, The echo of old joy is all I hear, All, all I see just heartbreak and despair.