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80 POOR SUSAN.

At the corner of Wood-Street, when day-light appears,

There's a Thrush that sings loud, it has sung for three years.

Poor Susan has pass'd by the spot and has heard

In the silence of morning the song of the bird.

'Tis a note of enchantment; what ails her? She sees

A mountain ascending, a vision of trees;

Bright volumes of vapour through Lothbury glide,

And a river flows on through the vale of Cheapside.

Green pastures she views in the midst of the dale,

Down which she so often has tripp'd with her pail,

And a single small cottage, a nest like a dove's,

The only one dwelling on earth that she loves.