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Where Doubt There Truth Is - 'tis Her Shadow.

See The Gold Sunshine Patching, And Streaming And Streaking Across The Gray-green Oaks; And Catching, By Its Soft Brown Beard, The Moss.

Fulfill Thy Fate! Be-do-bear-and Thank God.

Envy's A Coal Comes Hissing Hot From Hell.

Evil Then Results From Imperfection.