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Thy Wish Was Father, Harry, To That Thought.

Nothing In His Life Became Him Like Leaving It.

Time And The Hour Run Through The Roughest Day.

All Thy Vexations Were But My Trials Of Thy Love, And Thou Hast Strangely Stood The Test; Here, Afore Heaven, I Ratify This My Rich Gift.

There Should Be Hours For Necessities, Not For Delights; Times To Repair Our Nature With Comforting Repose, And Not For Us To Waste These Times.