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1277 While we were fearing it, it came— But came with less of fear Because that fearing it so long Had almost made it fair— There is a Fitting—a Dismay— A Fitting—a Despair 'Tis harder knowing it is Due Than knowing it is Here. They Trying on the Utmost The Morning it is new Is Terribler than wearing it A whole existence through. Edited by Peter Carter
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