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1 " Why did i halt and weakly tremble?Even in heaven the memory smote --Fool to be dumb and to dissemble!Alas, for the song I never wrote. "
― Helen Hunt Jackson ,
2 " Father, I scarcely dare to pray, So clear I see, now it is done,That I have wasted half my day And left my work but just begun. "A Last Prayer" "
3 " Only a night from old to new;Only a sleep from night to morn.The new is but the old come true;Each sunrise sees a new year born. "