"When earth's last picture is painted, and the tubes are twisted and dried, When the oldest colors have faded, and youngest critic has died, We shall rest, and, faith, we shall need it --lie down for an aeon or two. Till the Master of All Good Workmen shall set us to work anew..." ~Rudyard Kipling~
What matter if the sun be lost? What matter though the sky be gray? There's joy enough about the house, For Daffodil comes home to stay. - Bliss Carman, 1921
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The LORD shall preserve thy going out and thy coming in from this time forth, and even for evermore.
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