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I am ashamedI hide
What right have Ito be a Bride
So late a Dowerless Girl
Nowhere to hide my dazzled Face
No one to teach me that new Grace
Nor introducemy Soul
Me to adornHowtell
Trinketto make Me beautiful
Fabrics of Cashmere
Never a Gown of Dunmore
Raiment insteadof Pompadour
For MeMy soulto wear
Fingersto frame my Round Hair
Ovalas Feudal Ladies wore
Far FashionsFair
Skill to hold my Brow like an Earl
Pleadlike a Whippoorwill
Provelike a Pearl
Then, for Character
Fashion My Spirit quaintwhite
Quicklike a Liquor
Gaylike Light
Bring Me my best Pride
No more ashamed
No more to hide
Meeklet it betoo proudfor Pride
Baptizedthis Daya Bride