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...of manhood is but the idle " crackling of thorns under the pot" in comparison. " We look before and after, And pine for what is not ; Our sincerest laughter...With some pain is fraught : Our sweetest songs are (hose that tell of saddest thought." 248 FLOWERS OF FICTION. 249 And yet, despite even their glee,...

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