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Rh Soon pressed a hand upon the latch, I feared the evil fairy; But when I raised my frightened eyes 'Twas none but Dwyer's Mary.

I told her of the boy bewitched, She listened unbelieving; And said she knew to-morrow's eve Would free him of his grieving.

She turned her blushing face aside, Her voice was low and cheering; But, ah I she cannot silence so A mother's heart from fearing.