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Nothing Is More Completely The Child Of Art Than A Garden.

As Long As The Fates Permit, Live Cheerfully.

All Is Possible For Those Who Dare To Die!

Merrily, Merrily Goes The Bark On A Breeze From The Northward Free, So Shoots Through The Morning Sky The Lark, Or The Swan Through The Summer Sea.

The Rose Is Fairest When 't Is Budding New, And Hope Is Brightest When It Dawns From Fears. The Rose Is Sweetest Wash'd With Morning Dew, And Love Is Loveliest When Embalm'd In Tears.