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74 She to the meeting-house was bound

In hope some tidings there to gather—

No glimpse it is—no doubtful gleam—

She saw—and utter'd with a scream,

"My father! here's my father!"

The very word was plainly heard,

Heard plainly by the wretched Mother—

Her joy was like a deep affright;

And forth she rush'd into the light,

And saw it was another!

And instantly, upon the earth

Beneath the full-moon shining bright,

Close at the Ass's feet she fell;

At the same moment Peter Bell

Dismounts in most unhappy plight.