The moving moon went up the sky, And nowhere did abide: Softly she was going up, And a star or two beside.
The moving moon went up the ...
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Imagination is the living power and prime agent of all human perception.
Love is flower like; Friendship is like a sheltering tree.
If a man is not rising upward to be an angel, depend on it, he is sinking downward to be a devil.
A mother is a mother still, The holiest thing alive.
For mother's sake the child was dear,
and dearer was the mother for the child.
