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There Is A Silence Where Hath Been No Sound, There Is A Silence Where No Sound May Be,- In The Cold Grave, Under The Deep, Deep Sea, Or In The Wide Desert Where No Life Is Found.

Fuss Is The Froth Of Business.

Oh, If It Be To Choose And Call Thee Mine, Love, Thou Art Every Day My Valentine!

What Is Mind? No Matter. What Is Matter? Never Mind. What Is The Soul? It Is Immaterial.

O Bed! O Bed! Delicious Bed! That Heaven Upon Earth To The Weary Head.