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TOWN LAYS.
Brother " somewhere," — laugh it past, —
Father working at his last,
Mother where all work has passed.
Minnie Connor.
Innocent, not ignorant,
She can bitterly descant
On the impotence of cant.
Minnie Connor.
Yet so docile is she still,
Speak her kindly, and she will
Follow you to good or ill.
Minnie Connor.
There's the wrong, that ill is there,
And that, in some brief despair
Which she takes, she will not care.
Minnie Connor.
Wilful, tender, foolish, proud,
One who ne'er in prayer has bowed ;
Who will guide her through the crowd ?
Minnie Connor.
