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Earth, With Her Thousand Voices, Praises God.

And To Be Wroth With One We Love…doth Work Like Madness In The Brain.

How Like Herrings And Onions Our Vices Are In The Morning After We Have Committed Them.

In The Deepest Night Of Trouble And Sorrow God Gives Us So Much To Be Thankful For That We Need Never Cease Our Singing. With All Our Wisdom And Foresight We Can Take A Lesson In Gladness And Gratitude From The Happy Bird That Sings All Night, As If The Day Were Not Long Enough To Tell Its Joy.

A Bitter And Perplexed "what Shall I Do?" Is Worse To Man Than Worse Necessity.