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Stanford Digital Repository
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New York Weekly
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v. 20 no. 17
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New York Weekly, v. XX, no. 17, March 16, 1865 (Issue) |
Author: |
D., Hattie
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Date: |
March 16, 1865 |
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"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." |
First Sentence: |
Oh, how true, how gratefully refreshing are those beautiful words! |
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