All progress is through faith and hope in something. The measure of a poet is in the largeness of thought which he can apply to any subject, however trifling. -Lafcadio Hearn-
Wednesday, December 30, 2009
It is right it should be so' Men was made for Joy and Woe; And when this we rightly know, Thro the world we safely go. Joy and Woe are woven fine, A clothing for the soul divine.
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