Memory, in widow's weeds, with naked feet stands on a tombstone.
Memory, in widow's weeds, with naked feet stands on a tombstone.
This span of life was lent for lofty duties, not for selfishness not to be wiled away for aimless dreams, But to improve ourselves, and serve mankind.
There is no remedy for time misspent No healing for the waste of idleness, Whose very languor is a punishment Heavier than active souls can feel or guess.
Man should be ever better than he seems.
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