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OU1 I/Ui ii'-iuviiug 11^0 WC J'IO.S5 IUCI colorless scentless flower—the crisp ami faded , leaf, which some dear hand once gathered ; the yellow, tear-effaced letter—the lock of hair—are among our choicest treasures: but in the perversity of our natures we hide our love, with our tears, from sight. We crave some proof of affection, yet shrink from receiving it. Timidly we question our husband, wife, mother, child ; our buried love, u word from whose dear lips our hearts are aching to hear. The sweetest tempered, the most sanguine men and women among xis feel soured and dispirited at times, and look upon the pleasantly swinging earth with jaundiced eyes. In those dire moments the dead friend seems nobler than the living —the lost darling fairer than the loved one at our side!
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New York Herald Progress
New York, New York, US
Sat, Apr 13, 1861
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Anonymous
USA 13 May 2020
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