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There Are Things Of Which I May Not Speak; There Are Dreams That Cannot Die; There Are Thoughts That Make The Strong Heart Weak, And Bring A Pallor Into The Cheek, And A Mist Before The Eye.

Then Fell Upon The House A Sudden Gloom, A Shadow On Those Features Fair And Thin. And Softly, From The Hushed And Darkened Room, Two Angels Issued, Where But One Went In.

Thou Shalt Learn The Wisdom Early To Discern True Beauty In Utility.

The Happy Should Not Insist Too Much Upon Their Happiness In The Presence Of The Unhappy.

The Smoking Flax Before It Burst To Flame Was Quenched By Death, And Broken The Bruised Reed.