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In the day when thou plantest, fence thou in, And in the morning, cause thou, thy slip, to blossom,—A harvest will have waved in the day of destiny, and mortal pain.
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In the day shall you make your plant to grow, and in the morning shall you make your seed to flourish: but the harvest shall be a heap in the day of grief and of desperate sorrow. ¶