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MY OWN SHALL COME TO ME.

John Burroughs. E. W. Foster.

Moderato sostenuto.

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rene I fold my hands and wait, Nor care for wind, or tide, or sea. I

rave no more 'gainst time or fate. For lo! my own shall come to me. I

cres. poco rail.