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Ellen
dressed in a Red Cloak, with a Basket of Fruit in her hand. Quite
alter'd now we Ellen find, Obliging, good, attentive, kind, The
good old dame who nurs'd her well, Sent her with choicest fruit
to sell; - A carriage pass'd her on the road, At sight of which
her cheeks they glow'd, Trembling she stood 'twixt hope and fear,
While silent roll'd the burning tear; Mamma scream'd out, with rapture
wild, She caught the features of her child;
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