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But, to see the poor darling go limping for miles To read books to sick people!--and just of an age When girls learn the meaning of ribands and smiles! Makes me feel like a squirrel that turns in a cage. The more I push thinking the more I revolve: I never get farther:- and as to her face, It starts up when near on my puzzle I solve, And says, 'This crush'd body seems such a sad case.'