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 [49] LOSING A SLAVE-GIRL

my garden the little wall is low; In the bailiff's lodge the lists are seldom checked. I am ashamed to think we were not always kind; I regret your labours, that will never be repaid. The caged bird owes no allegiance; The wind-tossed flower does not cling to the tree.

Where to-night she lies none can give us news; Nor any knows, save the bright watching moon.