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He whose black robe denotes his gloomy soul, Which burrows in dark subways like a mole, Is but a stunted and abortive thing, And not a man with nature sound and whole.
Let us endure and suffer when we must, But never mirth and happiness mistrust: Without them what a dreary path we tread! They are the oil of life, which else would rust.
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