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New York Weekly
v. 20 no. 17
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New York Weekly, v. XX, no. 17, March 16, 1865 (Issue)
March 16, 1865
"The night is mother of the day, The winter of the spring; And ever upon old decay, The greenest mosses cling; Behind the clouds the starlight lurks' Through showers the sunbeams fall, For God, who loveth all his works, Has left his smile with all."|
Oh, how true, how gratefully refreshing are those beautiful words!