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THE PERSON OF THE HOUSE.
Upstairs I knew the matron bed
Held her whose name confirms all joy
To me; and tremblingly I said,
'Ah! will it be a girl or boy?'
And, soothed, my fluttering doubts began
To sift the pleasantness of things;
Developing the unshapen man,
An eagle baffled of his wings;
Considering, next, how fair the state
And large the license that sublimes
A nineteenth-century female fate—
Sweet cause that thralls my liberal rhymes!
And Chastities and colder Shames,
Decorums mute and marvellous,
And fair Behaviour that reclaims
All fancies grown erroneous,
Moved round me musing, till my choice
