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I love to rise in a summer morn When the birds sing on every tree; The distant huntsman winds his horn, And…
Youth of delight, come hither, And see the opening morn, Image of truth new born. Doubt is fled, & clouds of reason,…
Read by Elizabeth McGovern
“In America”, began the lecturer, “everyone must have a degree. The French do not think that all can have it, they don’t…
