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The Verse-Book of a Homely Woman by Fay [Pseudonym] Inchfawn
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cry)
That Thou wilt give me grace to live, not
die.

Such foolish prayers! I know. Yet
pray I must.
Lord help me -- help me not to see the
dust!

And not to nag, nor fret because the blind
Hangs crooked, and the curtain sags be-
hind.

But, oh! The kitchen cupboards! What a
sight!
'T'will take at least a month to get them
right.

And that last cocoa had a smoky taste,
And all the milk has boiled away to waste!

And -- no, I resolutely will not think
About the saucepans, nor about the sink.

These light afflictions are but temporal
things --
To rise above them, wilt Thou lend me
wings?

Then I shall smile when Jane, with towzled
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