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" The very longest lane Has a turning, it is plain,
E'en the blackest clouds will fly; And what can't be cur'd Must with patience be endur'd;
As cheaply can we laugh as cry." And the people gaz'd, At words so deep amaz'd,
While the Sage went on to say: 11 Though to care we are born, Yet the dullest morn
Often heralds in the fairest day ! "
11 Though to care we are born," &c(
3-Pray, is the hermit dead ? From the forest has he fled ?
No, he lives to counsel all Who an ear will lend To their wisest, truest friend,
And Hope the hermit's name they call; Still he sits, I ween, 'Mid branches ever green,
And cheerly you may hear him say: ' Though to care we are born, Yet the dullest morn
Often heralds in the fairest day! "
" Though to care we are born," &q,
H. 4868.
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