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"Thoughtful for Winter's future sorrow,Its gloom and scarcity;Prescient to-day, of want to-morrow,Toiled quiet Memory.'Tis she that from each transient pleasureExtracts a lasting good;'Tis she that finds, in summer, treasureTo serve for winter's food.And when Youth's summer day is vanished,And Age brings Winter's stress,Her stores, with hoarded sweets replenished,Life's evening hours will bless."
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