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The meek-ey'd Morn appears, mother of dews."
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Sigh'd and look'd unutterable things.
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"Delightful task! to rear the tender thought, To teach the young idea how to shoot."
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"These as they change, Almighty Father! these Are but the varied God. The rolling year Is full of Thee."
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"Base Envy withers at another's joy, And hates that excellence it cannot reach."
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