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Spring's First Conviction Is A Wealth Beyond Its Whole Experience.

'tis Sweet To Know That Stocks Will Stand When We With Daisies Lie- That Commerce Will Continue- And Trades As Briskly Fly.

In This Short Life That Only Lasts Ah Hour How Much-how Little-is Within Our Power.

God Gave A Loaf To Every Bird, But Just A Crumb To Me.

The Morning After Woe- Tis Frequently The Way- Surpasses All That Rose Before- For Utter Jubilee-.