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Still Lie The Sheltering Snows, Undimmed And White; And Reigns The Winter's Pregnant Silence Still; No Sign Of Spring, Save That The Catkins Fill, And Willow Stems Grow Daily Red And Bright. These Are Days When Ancients Held A Rite Of Expiation For The Old Year's Ill, And Prayer To Purify The New Year's Will.

There Cannot Be Found In The Animal Kingdom A Bat, Or Any Other Creature, So Blind In Its Own Range Of Circumstance And Connection, As The Greater Majority Of Human Beings Are In The Bosoms Of Their Families

When Love Is At Its Best, One Loves So Much That He Cannot Forget.

That Indescribable Expression Peculiar To People Who Hope They Have Not Been Asleep, But Know They Have.

Now And Then One Sees A Face Which Has Kept Its Smile Pure And Undefiled. Such A Smile Transfigures; Such A Smile, If The Artful But Know It, Is The Greatest Weapon A Face Can Have.