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Meanwhile goes the mother, softly creeping,

Through the house, on needful cares intent,

Hears a murmur, and, while all are sleeping,

Wonders at the sounds, and what they meant.

Who was whispering so?--

Voices soft and low,

In mysterious converse strangely blent.

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