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 Rh Because the priest must have like every dog his day Or keep us all awake with baying at the moon, We and our dolls being but the world were best away.

She is playing like a child And penance is the play, Fantastical and wild Because the end of day Shows her that some one soon Will come from the house, and say— Though play is but half-done— 'Come in and leave the play.'—

She has not grown uncivil As narrow natures would