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"half its breathing moulds."
If they, things of ignoble or
of savage mood, endure and
shrink not, we of nobler clay
may temper it to bear - it
"is but for a day." But I hope
and pray "tho' sorrow's memory
is a sorrow still" you will
encourage recollections of
those days most cherished
by you, that again brighter
than ever will be yours,
and believe me, my heart
in all save hope, the same
sincere and sympathizing