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Joy comes, grief goes, we know not how.
-- James Russell Lowell (1819-1891)
-- The Vision of Sir Launfal, Prelude to Part First
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Not only around our infancy Doth heaven with all its splendors lie
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T is heaven alone that is given away; 'T is only God may be had for the asking.
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Now the heart is so full that a drop overfills it; We are happy now because God wills it.
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Who gives himself with his alms feeds three,-- Himself, his hungering neighbor, and me.
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There comes Emerson first, whose rich words, every one, Are like gold nails in temples to hang trophies on.
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But John P. Robinson, he Sez they did n't know everythin' down in Judee.
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