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Since When Was Genius Found Respectable?

Will That Light Come Again, As Now These Tears Come...falling Hot And Real!

Oh, A Day In The City-square, There Is No Such Pleasure In Life!

My Future Will Not Copy My Fair Past, I Wrote That Once. And, Thinking At My Side My Ministering Life-angel Justified The Word By His Appealing Look Upcast To The White Throne Of God.

My Sun Sets To Raise Again.