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Therefore Trust To Thy Heart, And To What The World Calls Illusions.

For The Structure That We Raise, Time Is With Materials Filled; Our To-days And Yesterdays Are The Blocks With Which We Build.

The Twilight That Surrounds The Border-land Of Old Romance.

And The Night Shall Be Filled With Music, And The Cares, That Infest The Day, Shall Fold Their Tents Like The Arabs, And Silently Steal Away.

To Say The Least, A Town Life Makes One More Tolerant And Liberal In One's Judgment Of Others.