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All times are good; life's morning let us sing,
Its sunny noon, high noon, the whole world's pause,
Nor less that sweet decline which ends in eve.
Life were monotonous with its morning hours,
Came not the hurrying years to shift our mood,
Unfold an altered heaven and spread its glow
O'er the changed landscape of time's afternoon.

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