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Dear Friend, Your letter affected me both unpleasantly and pleasantly (you see, I always move in dialectical contradictions). Read more
Ah little recks the laborer, How near his work is holding him to God. The loving Laborer through space and time. Whitman, “Song of the Exposition” Read more
“That iron man was born like me
And he was once an ardent boy:
He must have felt in infancy
The glory of a summer sky.”
Emily Brontë
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