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A CHILD OF THE AGE
'A bundle of myrrh is my well-beloved unto me; she shall lie all night betwixt my breasts. I charge you, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes and by the hinds of the field, that ye stir not up nor awake my love till she please.'
THE END.
Printed by T. and A. Constable, Printers to Her Majesty at the Edinburgh University Press
