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I think the longest Hour of all
Is when the Cars have come—
And we are waiting for the Coach—
It seems as though the Time
 
Indignant—that the Joy was come—
Did block the Gilded Hands—
And would not let the Seconds by—
But slowest instant—ends—
 
The Pendulum begins to count—
Like little Scholars—loud—
The steps grow thicker—in the Hall—
The Heart begins to crowd—
 
Then I—my timid service done—
Tho’ service ’twas, of Love—
Take up my little Violin—
And further North—remove.

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