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Oh, where dwell ye, my ain sweet bairns?
I'm woe and weary grown!
Oh, Lady, we live where woe never is,
In a land to flesh unknown.-ALLAN CUNNINGHAM.
It had been with a gentle sorrow that Etheldred had expected to go and lay in her resting-place, the little niece, who had been kept from the evil of the world, in a manner of which she ha