MARY.
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A sudden fancy took my mind to try
If still the heart you used to have of old
Kept in its right place through a lifetime's changes,
And kept a place for me,—but now I find
That there, and by the hearth is room enough
For the old stranger, as you thought him; now
He will not leave you till you tire of him. . . .
If still the heart you used to have of old
Kept in its right place through a lifetime's changes,
And kept a place for me,—but now I find
That there, and by the hearth is room enough
For the old stranger, as you thought him; now
He will not leave you till you tire of him. . . .
