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I THREW a Stone in the Turnip Field:
The Pig I hit was the Pig that Squealed.

One Mend-fault does more good
Than Twenty Spy-faults could.

Like Summer Clouds, True-hearted Men
Receive Earth's Gifts to give again.

L IFT up your Song
And march with Courage stronger;
For thought the Way is long,
The Day is longer.
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