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My Case Is A Species Of Madness, Only That It Is A Derangement Of The Volition, And Not Of The Intellectual Faculties.

That Saints Will Aid If Men Will Call; For The Blue Sky Bends Over All!

A Wild Rose Roofs The Ruined Shed, And That And Summer Well Agree.

Work Without Hope Draws Nectar In A Sieve, And Hope Without An Object Cannot Live.

The Eighth Commandment Was Not Made For Bards.