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WHILE I was fearing it, it came,

   But came with less of fear,

Because that fearing it so long

   Had almost made it dear.

There is a fitting a dismay,

   A fitting a despair.

’T is harder knowing it is due,

   Than knowing it is here.

The trying on the utmost,

   The morning it is new,

Is terribler than wearing it

   A whole existence through.