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And if I don't, the little Bird
Within the Orchard is not heard,
And I omit to pray,
'Father, thy will be done' to-day,
For my will goes the other way,
And it were perjury!
It dropped so low in my regard
I heard it hit the ground,
And go to pieces on the stones
At bottom of my mind;

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