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Freston
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We brighten poverty and make a home
About us, even in the wilderness.
We love unswervingly unto the end
And suffer silently for those we love"—

"Why that is but to be a willing slave,
To fetch, to carry and to kneel in thanks
If but our masters nod a curt "Well done!"

"We love our bondage dear Elizabeth
And would not change it for your liberty,
You, too, will bow that haughty head of yours
When your heart thrills beneath a Master's eyes."

"Not I! I ———There's the dinner bell and I
Have still to change my gown! Let's run for it!'
A rustle of quick-moving silken skirts,
A patter of small feet and once again
The peaceful quiet brooded o'er the scene.