| Sweet Sister Temperance
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| She of the Marble-hearted innocence
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| So eloquent in her mute despair-with two smooth bands of reddish hair
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| By some freak of fortune, she fainted while baking in the kitchen
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| Overturning all her airy schemes
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| For great and small and all that’s in-between;
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| For future happiness in a knot of blue field violets
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| For her glory and her power, which she found in her final hour
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| Great and small and all in-between
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| Sweet Sister Temperance
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| She of the Marble-hearted innocence
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| So eloquent in her mute despair-with two smooth bands of reddish hair
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| One can see the consequence of her endless, virtuous penitence
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| In a scarlet letter or a tender tear, in two smooth bands of reddish hair
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| «Poor defeated, I,» she cried, «Keep green my memory.»
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| «Poor defeated, I,» she cried, «Keep green my memory.»
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| We had just laid out the garden, handsome more so now than ever
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| An exquisite cleanness showing in the diamond squares
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| She kept us enraptured, gently captured by a tender emotion
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| Wild flowers growing. |
| We strode a moonlit path
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| In silent pairs. |
| (Chorus…)
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| Home is so far from Home |