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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.

Bayard Taylor

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
The clouds are scudding across the moon, A misty light is on the sea; The wind in the shrouds has a wintry tune, And the foam is flying free.
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Clouds Light Moon
And rest, that strengthens unto virtuous deeds, Is one with Prayer.
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Deeds Prayer Virtuous
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
By wisdom wealth is won; but riches purchased wisdom yet for none.
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Rich Wealth Wisdom
Labor, you know, is prayer.
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Know Labor Prayer
Peace the offspring is of Power.
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Offspring Peace
The stream from Wisdom’s well, Which God supplies, is inexhaustible.
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Streams Wells Wisdom
As I toiled up the Mount of Olives, in the very footsteps of Christ, panting with the heat and the difficult ascent, I found it utterly impossible to conceive that the Deity, in human form, had walked there before me.
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Ascent Olives
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
Could one live on the sense of beauty alone, exempt from the necessity of ‘creature comforts,’ a sea-voyage would be delightful.
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Comfort Sea Voyages
But still I dream that somewhere there must be The spirit of a child that waits for me.
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Childhood Children Dream
The hollows are heavy and dank With the steam of the Goldenrods.
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Dank heavy Steam
It is an agreeable and yet a painful sense of novelty to stand for the first time in the midst of a people whose language and manners are different from one’s own.
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Different Firsts People
Pens carry further than rifled cannon.
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Cannons Carry Pens
Melrose is the finest remaining specimen of Gothic architecture in Scotland. Some of the sculptured flowers in the cloister arches are remarkably beautiful and delicate, and the two windows – the south and east oriels – are of a lightness and grace of execution really surprising.
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Beautiful Flower Scotland

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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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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