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And he must spare all to the dayTheir willing feet should pass the way
God in His garden walked at eve.
And as for weaklings who by turn
Would jest or jeer, he could but grieve,
And pity all and silent say:
“Let us lead forth, make fair the way;
By time and stress they, too, will learn
Which way to live, to love, to turn.”
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