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... thou shalt know ere long , Know how sublime a thing it is To suffer and be strong ! Longfellow . More things Are wrought by prayer than the world deems of : Therefore let the fountain of thy voice Rise for me night and day . Morte D ...
... thou shalt know ere long , Know how sublime a thing it is To suffer and be strong ! Longfellow . More things Are wrought by prayer than the world deems of : Therefore let the fountain of thy voice Rise for me night and day . Morte D ...
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