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...spread ; Yet in those flute-like voices, mingling low, Is woman's tenderness — how soon her woe ! Her lot is on you !— silent tears to weep, And patient...affection's deep, To pour on broken reeds— a wasted shower ! And to make idols, and to find them clay, And to bewail that worship — therefore pray! Her lot...

...spread ; Yet, in those flute-like voices, mingling low, Is woman's tenderness— how soon her woe ! Her lot is on you ! — silent tears to weep, And...patient smiles to wear through suffering's hour, And sunless riches, from affection's deep, To pour on broken reeds, — a wasted shower ! And to make idols,...

...spread ; Yet, iu those flute-like voices, mingling low, Is woman's tenderness — how soon her woe ! Her lot is on you ! — silent tears to weep, And...patient smiles to wear through suffering's hour, And sunless riches, from affection's deep, To pour on broken reeds, — a wasted shower ! And to make idols,...

...spread ; Yet in those flute-like voices, mingling low, Is woman's tenderness — how soon her woe ! Her lot is on you — silent tears to weep, And patient...deep, To pour on broken reeds — a wasted shower ! And to make idols, and to find thu.n clay, And to bewail that worship — theretore pray ! Her lot...

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