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Ev'n so, with all submission, I
. . . .
Send you each year a homely letter,
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Ev'n so, with all submission, I
. . . .
Send you each year a homely letter,
Who may return me much a better.
Messenger of sympathy and love,
Servant of parted friends,
Consoler of the lonely,
Bond read more
Messenger of sympathy and love,
Servant of parted friends,
Consoler of the lonely,
Bond of the scattered family,
Enlarger of the common life.
And he wrote in the king Ahasuerus' name, and sealed it with the
king's ring, and sent letters by read more
And he wrote in the king Ahasuerus' name, and sealed it with the
king's ring, and sent letters by posts on horseback, and riders
on mules, camels, and young dromedaries: . . . .
So the posts that rode upon mules and camels went out, being
hastened and pressed on by the king's commandment. And the
decrees was given at Shushan the palace.
A strange volume of real life in the daily packet of the postman.
Eternal love and instant payment!
A strange volume of real life in the daily packet of the postman.
Eternal love and instant payment!
He whistles as he goes, light-hearted wretch,
Cold and yet cheerful; messenger of grief
Perhaps to thousands, read more
He whistles as he goes, light-hearted wretch,
Cold and yet cheerful; messenger of grief
Perhaps to thousands, and of joy to some.
I will touch
My mouth unto the leaves, caressingly;
And so wilt thou. Thus, from these lips read more
I will touch
My mouth unto the leaves, caressingly;
And so wilt thou. Thus, from these lips of mine
My message will go kissingly to thine,
With more than Fancy's load of luxury,
And prove a true love-letter.
Good-bye--my paper's out so nearly,
I've only room for, Yours sincerely.
Good-bye--my paper's out so nearly,
I've only room for, Yours sincerely.
(He) put that which was most material in the postscript.
(He) put that which was most material in the postscript.
Thy letter sent to prove me,
Inflicts no sense of wrong;
No longer wilt thou love me,--
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Thy letter sent to prove me,
Inflicts no sense of wrong;
No longer wilt thou love me,--
Thy letter, though is long.