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Most happy letters, fram'd by skilful trade,
Mount -- mount for the hunting -- with musket and spear!
In winter I get up at night,
Mamua, when our laughter ends,
If you evah go to Houston,
Her body is not so white as
The massive gates of Circumstance
O For that warning voice, which he who saw