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The Candid Incline To Surmise Of Late That The Christian Faith Proves False.

Thou Art My Single Day, God Lends To Leaven What Were All Earth Else, With A Feel Of Heaven.

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A Whole I Planned, Youth Shows But Half; Trust God: See All, Nor Be Afraid!