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We are slow to believe that which, if true, would grieve us.
We are slow to believe that which, if true, would grieve us.
We suffer more in imagination than in reality.
We suffer more in imagination than in reality.
To his tuned spirit the wild heather-bells
Ring Sabbath knells;
The sod's a cushion for his pious read more
To his tuned spirit the wild heather-bells
Ring Sabbath knells;
The sod's a cushion for his pious want,
And, consecrated by the heaven within it,
The sky-blue pool a font.
Breaking his oath and resolution, like
A twist of rotten silk.
Breaking his oath and resolution, like
A twist of rotten silk.
A handful of patience is worth more than a bushel of brains.
A handful of patience is worth more than a bushel of brains.
Man's inhumanity to man
Makes countless thousands mourn!
Man's inhumanity to man
Makes countless thousands mourn!
Whatever charm thou hast, be charming.
Whatever charm thou hast, be charming.
No day so clear but hath dark clouds.
No day so clear but hath dark clouds.
