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I Know A Mount, The Gracious Sun Perceives First When He Visits, Last, Too, When He Leaves The World; And, Vainly Favored, It Repays The Day-long Glory Of His Steadfast Gaze By No Change Of Its Large Calm Front Of Snow.

I Know What I Want And What I Might Gain, And Yet, How Profitless To Know.

Twere Too Absurd To Slight For The Hereafter The Todays Delight!

Motherhood: All Love Begins And Ends There.

The Past Is Gained, Secure, And On Record.