The Muses and Graces combined.
Next - But here the door swings softly inward,
And a woman's form enters the room.
"Who art thou?" I gasp out to the vision,
As it silently glides through the gloom.
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O'er the face of the mystic intruder
Comes Jack's well-remembered broad grin,
And he says, "Cut the strings of these corsets,
Will you, Tom, for they pinch me like sin."