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Man Partly Is And Wholly Hopes To Be.

Lost, Lost! One Moment Knelled The Woe Of Years.

Autumn Wins You Best By This Its Mute Appeal To Sympathy For Its Decay.

We Find Great Things Are Made Of Little Things, And Little Things Go Lessening Till At Last Comes God Behind Them.

The Common Problem, Yours, Mine, Everyone's Is ? Not To Fancy What Were Fair In Life Provided It Could Be ? But, Finding First What May Be, Then Find How To Make It Fair Up To Our Means.