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 "Cherish him can I while the true one forthcome— Come the rich fulfiller of my prevision; Life is roomy yet, and the odds unbounded." So self-communed I.

Thwart my wistful way did a damsel saunter, Fair not fairest, good not best of her feather: "Maiden meet," held I, "till arise my forefelt Wonder of women."

Long a visioned hermitage deep desiring, Tenements uncouth I was fain to house in; “Let such lodging be for a breath-while," thought I, "Soon a more seemly.

"Then, high handiwork will I make my lifedeed, Truth and Light outshow; but the ripe time pending, Intermissive aim at the thing sufficeth." Thus I. . . But lo, me!