H bMS Am 1118.95, Box 9
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"the angel of Life" pressing
the cup, to the lips of the
accepting, and despairing
victim, whence we must go
into the June day and roses[?]
for reassurrance. It is under-
stood at once, this book is
not to be like the other - there
is no joyous expectation of sweet
familiar blooms, or home
brewed delights, but an
apprehension of a fear or[?] a
little too much like reality,
in the shade, and life's
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