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Our lives are spent either in doing nothing at all , or in doing nothing to the purpose , or in doing nothing that we ought to do ; we are always complaining that our days are few , and acting as though there were to be no end of time .
Our lives are spent either in doing nothing at all , or in doing nothing to the purpose , or in doing nothing that we ought to do ; we are always complaining that our days are few , and acting as though there were to be no end of time .
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Abraham Adam Angel answer bear beautiful behold beneath blessed bosom breast breath bright brow Cain called child close cloud command cried dark David dead death deep earth eyes face fair father fear feet fell fire flame foes give glory gold hand hast hath head hear heard heart Heaven holy hope host hour Israel king land leaves lifted light lips live look Lord mighty morning Moses mother never night o'er passed peace plain praise prayed prayer pride PSALM rest rose round seemed silent SIR EDWIN ARNOLD sleep song sons soul sound speak spirit stars stood sweet tent thee Thine things thou thought throne turned unto voice walls watch wave wild wonder
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