One Wise Man's Verdict Outweighs All The

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God Is The Perfect Poet.

We Find Great Things Are Made Of Little Things, And Little Things Go Lessening Till At Last Comes God Behind Them.

The Best Way To Excape His Ire Is, Not To Seem Too Happy.

Ah, Love, - You Are My Unutterable Blessing.....i Am In Full Sunshine Now.