Inscribe all human effort with one word, artistry's haunting curse, th >>
The year's at the spring; And day's at the morn; Morning's at seven; T >>
Truth lies within ourselves: it takes no rise from outward things, wha >>
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The world in which we were called to exist was an absurd world, and th >>
The year's at the spring; And day's at the morn; Morning's at seven; The hill-side's dew-pearled; The lark's on the wing; The snail's on the thorn: God's in his heaven, All's right with the world!