The music that can deepest reach, And cure all ill, is cordial speech.

Ever from one who comes to-morrow Men wait their good and truth to borrow.

Some of your hurts you have cured, And the sharpest you still have survived, But what torments of grief you endured From evils which never arrived!

In the vaunted works of Art The master stroke is Nature's part.

In this dim world of clouding cares, We rarely know, till wildered eyes See white wings lessening up the skies, The angels with us unawares.

Where the heart is full of kindness which seeks no injury to another, either in act or thought or wish, this full love creates an atmosphere of harmony, whose …

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