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The People I Am Most Afraid Of Are Those Who Are The Most Afraid.

Oh, Give Us Pleasure In The Flowers To-day; And Give Us Not To Think So Far Away As The Uncertain Harvest; Keep Us Here All Simply In The Springing Of The Year. Oh, Give Us Pleasure In The Orchard White, Like Nothing Else By Day, Like Ghosts By Night; And Make Us Happy In The Happy Bees, The Swarm Dilating Round The Perfect Trees.

The Question That He Frames In All But Words Is What To Make Of A Diminished Thing.

The Vermont Mountains Stretch Extended Straight; New Hampshire Mountains Curl Up In A Coil.

A Champion Of The Workingman Has Never Been Known To Die Of Overwork.