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Such Mary was, unknowing and unknown,
She in her Parents pleasures found her own.
At early morn she hail'd the rising ray,
And cheerful labour'd till the close of day.
Her tuneful voice some artless ballad haunts,
[?] her cares, and forever still her wants.-
It chanced one Market day to Town she went,
On some important frugal errand sent:
Charged to return the moment it was done,
And reach her home before the setting Sun.
Now Summers parching heats had scorch'd y'r Plain,
And long and tedious wound the dusty lane.
Noons fiercest beams pierced the o'er hanging shade,
And not a breeze amidst the foliage play'd.
Fainting, opprest, o'ercome she sits her down,
And eyes with wishful looks the distant Town.
And ever the chief inspirer of her pride,
Her bran new scarlet cloak is laid aside.

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