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| Lucy and Jane Caroline Reed |
Here is a newspaper clipping that was in Jane's Copy Book:
Only
Only a woman's face,
In the dark night and cold,
But oh! the ghost of a vanish'd grace,
And the pitiful tale it told!
Wrapt in a ragged shawl
(Why was it not her shroud?)
It look'd as white as the moon at night,
Through a rift in a driving cloud.
Only a few poor pence,
And a few kind words addressing;
And all they brought was a kindly thought
And a poor lost woman's blessing.
Does anyone know who wrote this one? I believe their initials were M.P.
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