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Ask How To Live? Write, Write, Write, Anything; The World's A Fine Believing World, Write News.

Joys As Winged Dreams Fly Fast, / Why Should Sadness Longer Last? / Grief Is But A Wound To Woe; / Gentlest Fair, Mourn, Mourn No Moe.

That Soul That Can Be Honest Is The Only Perfect Man.

We Must Not Be Content To Be Cleansed From Sin; We Must Be Filled With The Spirit.

Only Look To Jesus. He Died For You, Died In Your Place, Died Under The Frowns Of Heaven, That We Might Die Under Its Smile.