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TO-MORROW has trouble to lend
To all who lack to-day;
Go, borrow it—borrow, griefless heart,
An thou with thy peace wilt pay!

To-morrow has trouble to lend,
An endless, endless store;
But I have as much as heart can hold—
Why should I borrow more!
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