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For Thence A Paradox Which Comforts While It Mocks, - Shall Life Succeed In That It Seems To Fail: What I Aspired To Be, And Was Not, Comforts Me: A Brute I Might Have Been, But Would Not Sink I' The Scale.

Life Is An Empty Dream.

Tis Looking Downward Makes One Dizzy.

Progress Is The Law Of Life: Man Is Not Man As Yet.

All Will Be Gay When Noontide Wakes Anew The Buttercups, The Little Children's Dower.