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THE WORLD'S AGE.
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Still the youthful hunter gathers Fiery joy from wold and wood;He will dare as dared his fathers Give him cause as good.
iii.While a slave bewails his fetters; While an orphan pleads in vain;While an infant lisps his letters, Heir of all the ages' gain;While a lip grows ripe for kissing; While a moan from man is wrung;Know, by every want and blessing, That the world is young.
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