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To learn, and yet to learn, whilst life goes by,
So pass the student's days;
And thus be great, and do great things, and die,
And lie embalmed with praise.
My work is but to lose and to forget,
Thus small, despised to be;
All to unlearn—this task before me set;
Unlearn all else but Thee.
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marker 99
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LYRICS
Meter:
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10 6 10 6
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Writer(s):
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Trans/Adapted:
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Dates:
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1898
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Bible Refs:
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Phil 3:7;
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echo ' | ';
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