This is a stormy day. It is not so cold to day. Bill is at home to day. One year ago to day I was sawing wood. I shaved today. There was none of the folks to church.
“Love is the union of two hearts
That beat in softest melody.
Time with its rages imparts no
Bitter fusion to its ecstacy.”
Recipt for Happiness.
Just wealth enough to keep away
Of want the direful scenes;
Just health enough to gild the day,
And make lifes course serene;
Virtue enough to act that part
Which is devoid of sin;
Courage enough to ask the heart,
“Art though secure within?”
“Love is the union of two hearts
That beat in softest melody.
Time with its rages imparts no
Bitter fusion to its ecstacy.”
Recipt for Happiness.
Just wealth enough to keep away
Of want the direful scenes;
Just health enough to gild the day,
And make lifes course serene;
Virtue enough to act that part
Which is devoid of sin;
Courage enough to ask the heart,
“Art though secure within?”
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