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Written by John Greenleaf Whittier
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Page 10 of 12
Maud Muller's Spring -10
by John Greeneleaf Whittier
And, gazing down with timid grace,
She felt his pleased eyes read her face.
Sometimes her narrow kitchen walls
Stretched away into stately halls;

The weary wheel to a spinet turned,
The tallow candle an astral burned,
And for him who sat by the chimney lug,
Dozing and grumbling o'er pipe and mug,
CONTINUE MAUD MULLER
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