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If The Stars Should Appear One Night In A Thousand Years, How Would Men Believe And Adore; And Preserve For Many Generations The Remembrance Of The City Of God Which Had Been Shown! But Every Night Come Out These Envoys Of Beauty, And Light The Universe With Their Admonishing Smile.

Solitary Converse With Nature; For Thence Are Ejaculated Sweet And Dreadful Words Never Uttered In Libraries. Ah! The Spring Days, The Summer Dawns, And October Woods!

The Secrets Of Life Are Not Shown Except To Sympathy And Likeness.

Marriage Is The Perfection Which Love Aimed At, Ignorant Of What It Sought.

Every Man Is The Inlet And May Become The Outlet Of All There Is In God.