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Once in a lonely Hamlet I sojourn'dIn which a Lady driv'n from France did dwell;The big and lesser griefs, with which she mourn'd,In friendship she to me would often tell.
This Lady, dwelling upon English ground,Where she was childless, daily did repairTo a poor neighbouring Cottage; as I found,For sake of a young Child whose home was there.
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