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| Proem |
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| Poor Snail, That Toilest At My Weary Feet |
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| Our Life Is Like A Forest, Where The Sun |
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| Oh, Holy Sabbath Morn Thrice Blessed Day |
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| Oh, That I Were The Spirit Of These Wilds |
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| Night and Morning |
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| My Footsteps Press where Centuries Ago |
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| My Prayer |
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| My Soul Goes Out to Meet her and my Heart |
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