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On the day when death will knock at thy door what wilt
thou fier to him?
Oh, I will set before my guest the full vessel of my
life I will
never let him go with empty hands.
All the sweet vintage of all my autumn days and summer nights,
all the earnings and gleanings of my busy life will I place before
him at the close of my days when death will knock at my door.
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