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SHE DIED AT THE AGE OF SIX YEARS .

Nature in this small volume was about
To perfect what in woman was left out;
Yet fearful lest a piece so well begun
Might want preservatives, when she had done,
Ere she could finish what she undertook,
Threw dust upon it, and shut up the book.
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