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"A spirit whose purity I could find a perfect guide, in whose strength perfect support - in whose love a perfect shelter." Works of Plutarch Lives of

"frail as the leaf in Autumns yellow bower."

"Her eyes were large, full of grey, & brilliant, when the soul came to the windows & looked forth." E. Southwark sober harbor of soft south winds & sleeping flowers"

An atheist midst scenes so like a God Wilt then declare thyself an atheist When every feature of the wondrous Alps Which rears its cloud capt summits high above Thee, speaks its Makers presence, and tells them, in A voice so full of living truth and of Presis??s might that thou canst not but heaven hear It. "He who created me is from above Eternity all boundless is his realm He is eternal the beginning & The end. We? will?s The sca?se? of a p?? sc?ghats? He w?lds the sacrifice of Almighty Jesus. Where can thy heart have journeyed to, if thou Canst calmly say there, is no god, when thou Art gathering in this most sublime creation. Bid thy heart back who canst. Thy self a man And yield it up in grateful praise to Him Who found these haughty peaks! This beauteous earth In all its part, and Thee -His noblest work.