High on a mantel rose a moan
It came from an idol carved in bone;
"Oh, it's so lonesome here alone,
With no one near to love me."
A cautious smile came over the face
Of a pensive maid on a Grecian vase,
"Are you sure?" she said with charming grace,
"There's no one near to love you?"
Nursery Rhymes G,H,I
High On A Mantel
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