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Thank God For Poverty That Makes And Keeps Us Free And Lets Us Go Our Unobtrusive Way, Glad Of The Sun And Rain, Upright, Serene, Humane, Contented With The Fortune Of A Day.

The Scarlet Of The Maples Can Shake Me Like A Cry Of Bugles Going By. And My Lonely Spirit Thrills To See The Frosty Asters Like A Smoke Upon The Hills.

On The Shining Yards Of Heaven See A Wider Dawn Unfurled. . . . The Eternal Slaves Of Beauty Are The Masters Of The World.

Love Manifests Itself In Our Bodies As Instinctive Craving, In Our Souls As Devotion, And In Our Minds As Pride.

It Is Not Being Out At Heels That Makes A Man Discontented, It Is Being Out At Heart. To Be Contented Is To Be Good Friends With Yourself.