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“O'er field and forest this friend could go,”
He mused, as he toiled, one summer day,
“And never a fight and never a foe
Its mission of splendor could delay.
He mused, as he toiled, one summer day,
“And never a fight and never a foe
Its mission of splendor could delay.
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