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Do Not Hurry Too Fast In These Early Winter Days, - A Quiet Hour Is Worth More To You Than Anything You Can Do In It.

My Dear Father; My Dear Friend; The Best And Wisest Man I Ever Knew, Who Taught Me Many Lessons And Showed Me Many Things As We Went Together Along The Country By-ways.

Your Patience May Have Long To Wait,whether In Little Things Or Great,but All Good Luck, You Soon Will Learn,must Come To Those Who Nobly Earn.who Hunts The Hay-field Overwill Find The Four-leaved Clover.

In The Life Of Each Of Us There Is A Place Remote And Islanded, And Given To Endless Regret Or Secret Happiness.

Don't Scatter Your Fire! You Are A Prose Writer: Stick To Your Own Tool!