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Uol. XUI« i_ew_il. er, 1903. no.
0 favors every year made new !
0 gifts with rain and sunshine sent!
The bounty overruns our due.
The fulness shames our discontent.
And let thy altars wreathed with
And piled with fruits, awake again,
Thanksgivings for the golden hours,
The early and the latter rain.