|   H bMS Am 1118.95, Box 9
 
 | "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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