Poems by Jean Ingelow, In Two Volumes, Volume II.
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Chapter 77 No.77

Who died before it was soiled.' 'You mutter.' 'Why, love, are you here?'

'Because my mother fled forth to the West, her trouble to hide,

And I was so small, the lone pine forest, and tier upon tier,

Far off Mexican snowy sierras pushed England aside.'

            
            

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