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'Tis rushing now adown the spout
And gushing out below,
Half frantic in its joyousness,
And wild in eager flow.
The earth is dried and parch’d with heat,
And it hath longed to be
Released from out the selfish cloud,
To cool the thirsty tree.

— Elizabeth Oakes Smith

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The tender violet bent in smiles
To elves that sported nigh,
Tossing the drops of fragrant dew
To scent the evening sky.

The measure of capacity is the measure of sphere for either man or woman.

How few women have any history after the age of thirty!

Yes, this is Life; and everywhere we meet,
Not victor crowns, but wailings of defeat.

White-winged angels meet the child
On the vestibule of life,
And they offer to his lips
All that cup of mingled strife.

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