How do I look to-day, am I not drest Spruntly? [Looks in her glass]
The works of nature do always aim at that which can not be bettered.
And now, in the moment, these chrysostomatic longings were brought asunder before they could even take full shape, to be replaced by the frothing image of the maniacal pep-rally that was Millius Chiliastic.
Thou hast been spared! Oh, joyful thought, beyond all joy to me! / Again my eager voice I raise,— / My alderlievest! My very own! And, kneeling near thee, / Henceforth I hymn my Maker’s praise!
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