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All Sense Of Hearing And Of Sight Enfold In The Serene Delight And Quietude Of Sleep.

Don't Cross The Bridge Til You Come To It.

To Say The Least, A Town Life Makes One More Tolerant And Liberal In One's Judgment Of Others.

In What A Forge And What A Heat Were Shaped The Anchors Of Thy Hope! Fear Not Each Sudden Sound And Shock; 'tis Of The Wave And Not The Rock.

Autumn Arrives Like A Warrior With The Stain Of Blood Upon His Brazen Mail. His Crimson Scarf Is Rent. His Scarlet Banner Drips With Gore. His Step Is Like A Flail Upon The Threshing Floor.