Can anything be sadder than work left unfinished? Yes, work never begun.
O passing angel, speed me with a song, a melody of heaven to reach my heart and rouse me to the race and make me strong.
Where innocent bright-eyes daisies are With blades of grass between, Each daisy stands up like a star Out of a sky of green.
One day in the country Is worth a month in town
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