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THE RING
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For Muriel nursed you with a mother's care;Till on that clear and heather-scented heightThe rounder cheek had brighten'd into bloom.She always came to meet me carrying you,And all her talk was of the babe she loved;So, following her old pastime of the brook,She threw the fly for me; but oftener leftThat angling to the mother. 'Muriel's healthHad weaken'd, nursing little Miriam. Strange!She used to shun the wailing babe, and doatsOn this of yours.' But when the matron sawThat hinted love was only wasted bait,Not risen to, she was bolder. 'Ever sinceYou sent the fatal ring'—I told her 'sentTo Miriam,' 'Doubtless—ay, but ever sinceIn all the world my dear one sees but you—In your sweet babe she finds but you—she makes
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