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All Powerful Souls Have Kindred With Each Other

There Is Nothing Insignificant-nothing.

And In Life's Noisiest Hour, There Whispers Still The Ceaseless Love Of Thee, The Heart's Self-solace And Soliloquy. You Mould My Hopes, You Fashion Me Within.

Alas! They Had Been Friends In Youth; But Whispering Tongues Can Poison Truth, And Constancy Lives In Realms Above; And Life Is Thorny, And Youth Is Vain; And To Be Wroth With One We Love Doth Work Like Madness In The Brain.

How Many Of Our Virtues Originate In The Fear Of Death & That While We Flatter Ourselves That We Are Melting In Christian Sensibility Over The Sorrows Of Our Human Brethren And Sisteren, We Are In Fact, Tho' Perhaps Unconsciously, Moved At The Prospect Of Our Own End For Who Sincerely Pities Sea-sickness, Toothache, Or A Fit Of The Gout In A Lusty Good-liver Of 50?