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Thou still [could?] find me on my birthday! How in [humane?]. Still struggling up hill. [Lurking?] with Americans eye upon the favors of Fortune. Like the stalled [waggon?]. [Unclear] yet imbedded in debts. Yet hulling against the [setting?] tide. But [unclear] days begin to dawn. My [lands?] are [lebring?] my strength [unclear]. My footholds [tending?] firmer ground. The tide in the affairs of snow, which taking in this flood had on to glorious fortune: seems already beginning to [hum?] [with?] my break, as if to bear me to the long [cleared?] [hut?]. How long have I struggled against the "shafts and [stings?] of [rot?], [Magerus?] Misfortune." how long [unclear] to [unclear] alone the [force?] and [concentration?] of [unclear]. to feel myself in [home?] and mind [independent?] and unshackled. I hope my [unclear] shall now be [unclear] fulfilled.[Now?] this I have [unclear] [unclear] I left my [nature?] shores. My [unclear] [hell?] [unclear] only small gains. This [land?] [unclear] wealth [unclear] that quickly, [both?] [unclear] and scattered [profusely?] on Mother Earth alluded me. [I'm?] [unclear] said it needed only courage and will and it was mine. I have come, and though exaggeration have filled the [uni?] reveal ear yet with moderate [expectations?]. I believe not yet in [unclear]. From this land of gold. [Make?] me [unclear]! For with the Helpings of [Unclear] I hope to greet this next year with every [unclear] of the Hill of [Buisinely?].

Thou [won't?] find me another year my friend!- with larger [experience?]