A g for an hour;

        Its pretty tricks ry

        For t or for a longer space—

        tire, and lay it by.

        But I ko itself

        All seasons could trol;

        t would he sense of pain

        Out of a grievèd soul.

        traggler into loving arms,

        Young climber-up of knees,

        thousand ways

        then life and all shall cease.
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