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You've Gut To Git Up Airly Ef You Want To Take In God.

A Nature Wise With Finding In Itself The Types Of All, With Watching From The Dim Verge Of The Time What Things To Be Are Visible In The Gleams Thrown Forward On Them From The Luminous Past, Wise With The History Of Its Own Frail Heart, With Reverence And Sorrow, And With Love, Broad As The World, For Freedom And For Man.

The Idol Is The Measure Of The Worshipper.

Those Who Love Are But One Step From Heaven.

No Price Is Set On The Lavish Summer; June May Be Had By The Poorest Comer.