FOSTER-MOTHER.
I never saw the man whom you describe.
MARIA.
Tis strange! he spake of you familiarly
As mine and Alberts on Foster-mother.
FOSTER-MOTHER.
Now blessings on the man, whoeer he be,
That joined your names with mine! O my sweet lady,
As often as I think of those dear times
When you two little ones would stand at eve
On each side of my chair, and make me learn
All you had learnt in the day; and how to talk
Ile phrase, then bid me sing to you--
Tis more like heaven to e than what _has_ been.
MARIA.
O my dear Mother! this strange man has left me
Troubled with wilder fahan the moon
Breeds in the love-sick maid who gazes at it,
Till lost in inward vision, with wet eye
She gazes idly!--But that entrance, Mother!
FOSTER-MOTHER.
o one hear? It is a perilous tale!
MARIA.
No one.
FOSTER-MOTHER
My husbands father told it me,
Poor old Leoni!--Angels rest his soul!
He was a woodman, and could fell and saw
With lusty arm. You know that huge round beam
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