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School-days end; the world's before us,
And our work has just begun;
We shall raise no winter chorus,
Sing beneath no summer sun;
Though our youth's bright, sweet vacation
Nevermore our lives shall span,
It has left long exultation
For the woman and the man.
-MARY M. WINTER
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