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Heiresses Are Never Jilted.

The Man Who Has No Mind Of His Own Lends It To The Priests.

For Singing Till His Heaven Fills, 'tis Love Of Earth That He Instills, And Ever Winging Up And Up, Our Valley Is His Golden Cup, And He The Wine Which Over Flows To Lift Us With Him As He Goes.

I Expect Woman Will Be The Last Thing Civilized By Man.

The Man Or Country That Fights Priestcraft And Priests Is To My Mind Striking Deeper For Freedom Than Can Be Struck Anywhere.