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A place of dream, the Holy Land
Hangs midway between earth and heaven.

— Harriet Elizabeth Prescott Spofford

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He is one of those people to whom you must allow moods,—when their sun shines, dance,—and when their vapors rise, sit in the shadow.

The Amber Gods (1863)

Beauty vanishes like a vapor,
Preach the men of musty morals.

Evanescence (1900)

Ah, happy world, where all things live
Creatures of one great law, indeed;
Bound by strong roots, the splendid flower,—
Swept by great seas, the drifting seed!

The awful phantom of the hungry poor.

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