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 WHEN I consider how my light is spent, Ere half my days, in this dark world and wide, And that one talent which is death to hide Lodged with me useless, though my soul more bent To serve therewith my Maker, and present My true account, lest he returning...  A Compendium of English Literature: Chronologically Arranged, from Sir John ... - Page 259 by Charles Dexter Cleveland - 1865 - 776 pages Full view -
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