I am ashamed--I hide---
What right have I---to be a Bride---
So late a Dowerless Girl---
Nowhere to hide my dazzled Face---
No one to teach me that new Grace---
Nor introduce---my Soul---
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Me to adorn---How---tell---
Trinket---to make Me beautiful---
Fabrics of Cashmere---
Never a Gown of Dun---more---
Raiment instead---of Pompadour---
For Me---My soul---to wear---
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Fingers---to frame my Round Hair
Oval---as Feudal Ladies wore---
Far Fashions---Fair---
Skill---to hold my Brow like an Earl---
Plead---like a Whippoorwill---
Prove---like a Pearl---
Then, for Character---
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Fashion My Spirit quaint---white---
Quick---like a Liquor---
Gay---like Light---
Bring Me my best Pride---
No more ashamed---
no more to hide---
Meek---let it be---too proud---for Pride---
Baptized---this Day---a Bride---
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