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Our days are as the grass, Or like the morning flow'r!
And these re-joic-ing eyes-Wel-come to this re
LABAN. S. M. FROM CARMINA SACRA By permission.
My soul, be on thy guard, Ten thousand foes arise;
To thine abode, My heart as-pires, With
To thine a-bode My heart aspires,With warm desires, To