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Rh I love the rich running day, but I do not desert her
 * in whom I lay so long,

I know not how I came of you, and I know not where
 * I go with you—but I know I came well, and
 * shall go well.

I will stop only a time with the night, and rise
 * betimes,

I will duly pass the day, O my mother, and duly
 * return to you.