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It
Fill
the
bumper
fair!
'
Every
drop
we
sprinkle
O’er
the
brow of
care
Smooths away
a
wrinkle."
.~
Here
is
a
riddle
most abstruse:
Canst read
the
answer
right?
Why
is it
that my tongue
grows
loose
Only
when
I
grow tight?
~.
Here’:
to
Love—the only fire
against
which
there
is
no insurance.
ii,
Laugh
and
the
world laughs
with
you.
Weep
and
you weep
alone;
For. this grand old earth must
borrow
its
n’l.
It
has
troubles
enough of its
own.