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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.
The postman always rings twice.
The postman always rings twice.
And oft the pangs of absence to remove
By letters, soft interpreters of love.
And oft the pangs of absence to remove
By letters, soft interpreters of love.
Kind messages, that pass from land to land;
Kind letters, that betray the heart's deep history,
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Kind messages, that pass from land to land;
Kind letters, that betray the heart's deep history,
In which we feel the pressure of a hand,--
One touch of fire,--and all the rest is mystery!
Every day brings a ship,
Every ship brings a word;
Well for those who have no fear,
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Every day brings a ship,
Every ship brings a word;
Well for those who have no fear,
Looking seaward well assured
That the word the vessel brings
Is the word they wish to hear.
Heav'n first taught letters for some wretch's aid,
Some banish'd lover, or some captive maid.
Heav'n first taught letters for some wretch's aid,
Some banish'd lover, or some captive maid.
Now my days are swifter than a post: they flee away, they see no
good.
Now my days are swifter than a post: they flee away, they see no
good.
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.
Letters, from absent friends, extinguish fear,
Unite division, and draw distance near;
Their magic force each silent read more
Letters, from absent friends, extinguish fear,
Unite division, and draw distance near;
Their magic force each silent wish conveys,
And wafts embodied though, a thousand ways:
Could souls to bodies write, death's pow'r were mean,
For minds could then meet minds with heav'n between.