The grave my little cottage is

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The grave my little cottage is,
Where, keeping house for thee,
I make my parlor orderly,
And lay the marble tea,

For two divided, briefly,
A cycle, it may be,
Till everlasting life unite
In strong society.

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To fight aloud is very brave, / But gallanter, I know,

One dignity delays for all, / One mitred afternoon.

My worthiness is all my doubt, / His merit all my fear,

I'm wife; I've finished that, / That other state;