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Eupatoriam. 
DELAY. 


* Delays are dangerous,” brother: 


Perchance to-morrow’s sun 

May never rise to greet thee ; 
So what thou ’dst do, — have done. 

Dangers lie thick around thee, 
Thy course may near be run; 
Do what thou would ’st do, bra ber, 
And have thy duty done 








Then if to-morrow comet!:, 
Thou wilt not much regre¢° 
But if thy life departeth, 
In peace thy sun.shall set 
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Do what thou would’st do, brotner, 
No longer dare delay ; 
For thine is not the morrow ; 
Have duty done to-day. 
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JOHN S. AD! us. 




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