Elson Grammar School Literature, Book Four.

VIII, ACT I

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omes a frost, a

inks, good easy

is a-ripening-

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my depth: my

under me, and

with service

am, that must

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t new opened.

n that hangs on

t that smile we

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fears than wars

alls, he fall

o hope

id not think

ries; but thou

est truth, to

s; and thus far h

m forgotten,

ll cold marble,

be heard of--say

at once trod th

the depths and s

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one, though thy

ll, and that t

rge thee, fling

l the angels: h

his Maker, ho

cherish those hea

ins not more

ight hand carr

us tongues. Be j

thou aim'st at

h's; then, if thou

blessed martyr!

thee, le

n inventory

nny; 'tis the

grity to He

mine own. O Cr

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