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A Garden With Scarce A Weed

Yesterday, my bare feet faltered,

On the road, my pathway altered,

From a pure lane of penury

To a lying lane of luxury.

And from my great grief, joy has appeared-

And from my garden of weeds, buds have appeared.



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