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SUBMISSION
I will remember it for aye,Though there I was forgotten soon;
It haunts me in the sunny day,
And under stars and moon.
It was the only hope I had
That unto near fulfilment grew;
A while it made me very glad;
A while it made me very sad;
And then I knew
'Twas but another thread He wove
In the mixed web of Father-love.
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