Author: William Blake 
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But to go to school in a summer morn Oh it drives all joy away! Under a cruel eye outworn The little ones spend the day in sighing and dismay
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If a thing loves it is infinite.
No bird soars too high if he soars with his own wings
Shame is pride's cloak.
The thankful receiver bears a plentiful harvest.
