Epitaph On a Crabbed Old Maid
ON A CRABBED OLD MAID .
Here slaethorn Mary's hurcheon bouk,
Resigns its fretful bristles —
And is she dead! no — reader, look,
Her grave's o'ergrown with thistles.
Here slaethorn Mary's hurcheon bouk,
Resigns its fretful bristles —
And is she dead! no — reader, look,
Her grave's o'ergrown with thistles.
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