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What Is Last Year's Snow To Me, Last Year's Anything? The Tree Budding Yearly Must Forget How Its Past Arose Or Set

Africa? A Book One Thumbs Listlessly, Till Slumber Comes.

Father, Son, And Holy Ghost, So I Make An Idle Boast; Jesus Of The Twice-turned Cheek Lamb Of God, Although I Speak With My Mouth Thus, In My Heart Do I Play A Double Part.

Lord, Forgive Me If My Need Sometimes Shapes A Human Creed.

I Doubt Not God Is Good, Well-meaning, Kind