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And rest, that strengthens unto virtuous deeds, Is one with Prayer.

Bayard Taylor

The healing of the world is in its nameless saints. Each separate star seems nothing, but a myriad scattered stars break up the night and make it beautiful.
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Beautiful Healing Stars
Labor, you know, is prayer.
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Know Labor Prayer
Sometimes an hour of Fate’s serenest weather Strikes through our changeful sky its coming beams; Somewhere above us, in elusive ether, Waits the fulfilment of our dearest dreams.
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Dream Fate Sky
Love’s humility is love’s true pride.
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Humility Love Pride True
By wisdom wealth is won; but riches purchased wisdom yet for none.
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Rich Wealth Wisdom
Sweeter than the stolen kiss Are the granted kisses
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Granted Kissing Stolen
I love thee, I love but thee, With a love that shall not die.
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Love Old Shall You
With rushing winds and gloomy skies The dark and stubborn Winter dies: Far-off, unseen, Spring faintly cries, Bidding her earliest child arise; March!
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Children Dark Spring
The bravest are the most tender; the loving are the daring.
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Courage Daring Engagement
An enthusiastic desire of visiting the Old World haunted me from early childhood. I cherished a presentiment, amounting almost to belief, that I should one day behold the scenes, among which my fancy had so long wandered.
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Childhood Desire Long
London has the advantage of one of the most gloomy atmospheres in the world.
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Atmosphere Country World
The Poet’s leaves are gathered one by one, In the slow process of the doubtful years.
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Poet Process Years
The hollows are heavy and dank With the steam of the Goldenrods.
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Dank heavy Steam
Wrapped in his sad-colored cloak, the Day, like a Puritan, standeth Stern in the joyless fields, rebuking the lingering color,– Dying hectic of leaves and the chilly blue of the asters,– Hearing, perchance, the croak of a crow on the desolate tree-top.
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Blue Color Tree
Those who would attain to any marked degree of excellence in a chosen pursuit must work, and work hard for it, prince or peasant.
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Excellence Hard Perseverance Work
We follow and race In shifting chase, Over the boundless ocean-space! Who hath beheld when the race begun? Who shall behold it run?
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Ocean Running Space

And rest, that strengthens unto virtuous deeds, Is one with Prayer.

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