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 "In just six moons!" Poor hears All that confirms his jealous fears; Perplex'd and frantic, what to do The cheated Lover scarcely knew. He flies to and straight he tells The wonder that in magic dwells! Speaks of the Fortune telling crew, And how all things the Vagrants knew; hears: and soon determines, she Will know her future destiny.

Swift to the wood she hies, tho' late To read the tablet of her Fate. The Moon its crystal beam scarce shew'd Upon the darkly shadow'd road; The hedge-row was the feasting-place Where, round a little blazing wood, The wand'ring, dingy, gabbling race,
 * Crowded in merry mood.