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Rh TWELVE.

ONE.

Wends the lab'rer to his toil once more;

Hies the care-bound merchant to his desk;

Turns the student to his weary lore;

Lags the dreading urchin to his task.

Only half of the long day is spent,

Yet you languish for the distant close;