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Rh  "Walk in. But I must tell you this: We've nothing better here than bliss.

"We've rest and comfort, though, and peace." "H'm—puddles," Dana said, "for geese.

"Have you in Heaven no Hell?" "Why no," Said Peter, "nor, in truth, below.

Tis not included in our scheme— 'Tis but a preacher's idle dream.'*

The great man slowly moved away. "I'll call," he said, "another day.

"On earth I played it, o'er and o'er, And Heaven without it were a bore."

"O, stuff!—come in. You'll make," said Pete, "A Hell where'er you set your feet."

I muse upon the distant town
 * In many a dreamy mood.

Above my head the sunbeams crown
 * The graveyard's giant rood.