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Time'swheelsrunsbackor Stops: Potterand Clayendure.

For Thence A Paradox Which Comforts While It Mocks, - Shall Life Succeed In That It Seems To Fail: What I Aspired To Be, And Was Not, Comforts Me: A Brute I Might Have Been, But Would Not Sink I' The Scale.

Again The Cousin's Whistle! Go, My Love.

In God's Good Time, Which Does Not Always Fall On Saturday When The World Looks For Wages.

To Me At Least Was Never Evening Yet, But Seemed Far Beautifuller Than Its Day.