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 Oh, they will hate me, I'm afraid, And God, who heard The words I said,

Will shut all liars Out of heaven; Oh, can I ever Be forgiven?

HARRY.

Dear sister, I Will tell mamma How bad you feel, And ask papa

This evening, when We kneel to pray, To ask that God May wash away

Your sins, and help you, Every day, To speak the truth Whate'er you say.

But first, I'll send The coach away I do not wish To ride to-day.