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Show Gems of Thought NE may never know what is " in his mind till some one expresses it to him ; hence our gratitude to a poet who makes 1 us articulate. Never delay! To the duly which the hour brings I Whether it be in great or smaller things; I For who doth know, What he shall do the coming day? Character is the diamond that I scratches every other stone. Bartol. I Music was a thing of the soul a rose-lipped shell that mur-) mur-) mured of the eternal sea a I strange bird singing the songs j of another shore. J. C. Holland. |