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All Day I've Toiled

All day I’ve toiled but not with pain
     In learning’s golden mine
And now at eventide again
     The moonbeams softly shine
There is no snow upon the ground
     No frost on wind or wave
The south wind blew with gentlest sound
     And broke their icy grave
Tis sweet to wander here at night
     To watch the winter die
With heart as summer sunshine light
     And warm as summer’s sky
O may I never lose the peace
     That lulls me gently now
Though time should change my youthful face
     And years should shade my brow
True to myself and true to all
     May I be healthful still
And turn away from passion’s call
     And curb my own wild will

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