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A Minute's Success Pays The Failure Of Years.

Truth Never Hurt The Teller.

In Heaven I Yearn For Knowledge, Account All Else Inanity; On Earth I Confess An Itch For The Praise Of Fools - That's Vanity

In The First Is The Last, In Thy Will Is My Power To Believe.

Each Life Unfulfilled, You See; It Hangs Still, Patchy And Scrappy: We Have Not Sighed Deep, Laughed Free, Starved, Feasted, Despaired,—been Happy.