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"As wave follows wave o'er the ocean's dark breast,|
So the races of men press on to their rest ;
They spring in life's morn in the freshness of bloom,
At eve are cut down and consigned to the tomb."
(By Unknown Author:found in History of the Town of Bristol, by R. W. Musgrove 1904)
"How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of everyday's
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with a passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints, --- I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life! --- and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death."
(By Elizabeth Barrett Browning 1806-1861)