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I Have Lived, And Seen God's Hand Thro A Life Time, And All Was For The Best.

'tis Only When They Spring To Heaven That Angels Reveal Themselves To You.

The Rain Set Early In Tonight, The Sullen Wind Was Soon Awake, It Tore The Elm-tops Down For Spite, And Did Its Best To Vex The Lake: I Listened With Heart Fit To Break. When Glided In Porphyria; Straight She Shut The Cold Out And The Storm, And Kneeled And Made The Cheerless Grate Blaze Up And All The Cottage Warm.

But Facts Are Facts And Flinch Not.

Day! Faster And More Fast. O'er Night's Brim, Day Boils At Last.