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Hope Is A Strange Invention - A Patent Of The Heart - In Unremitting Action Yet Never Wearing Out

It Is Easy To Work When The Soul Is At Play.

She Rose To His Requirement, Dropped The Playthings Of Her Life To Take The Honorable Work Of Woman And Of Wife.

Love Is Anterior To Life, Posterior To Death, Initial Of Creation, And The Exponent Of Breath.

Portraits Are To Daily Faces As An Evening West To A Fine, Pedantic Sunshine In A Satin Vest.