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A SHEAF GLEANED
With a husband oft grumbling,
And imps howling free,
'Twas bewildering and humbling,
Could the dance then suit me?
At fifteen is the chance
For such as would dance.
Time made me, alas!
An old grandmother,
Things once at that pass
All pleasure's a bother.
One coughs often in talking,
One reclines in a chair,
One trembles in walking,
One's partner is Care.
At fifteen is the chance
For such as would dance.
