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were left behind, but we would not stay, We found your clue, and have kept the way, For, sooth to say, the track was plain, Of a bliss like yours in a world of pain. How little we thought, when so richly we drest, To go to your wedding, and vie with the best, When we made our toilette with such elegant care, That we might not disgrace an occasion so rare; To be whirl'd in a coach at this horrible rate, From county to county, and State to State! Though we travel'd incog. yet we trembled with fear, For the accents of strangers fell hoarse on our ear.