Recipe for a happy life . They have not perished — no!Kind words, remembered voices once so sweet. Smiles, radiant long features, the great souls apparent seat. — Bryant. T is but a little faded flower, But oh, how fondly dear!T will bring me back one golden hour, Through many a weary year. _____ —Ellen C. HowARTH. Ah! memories of sweet summer eves,Of moonlit wave and willowy way. Of stars and flowers, and dewy leaves. And smiles and tones more deaf than they! ____ —Whittier. His years with others must the sweeter beFor those bfief days he spent in loving me. ___ —George Eliot. For hop

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Recipe for a happy life . They have not perished — no!Kind words, remembered voices once so sweet. Smiles, radiant long features, the great souls apparent seat. — Bryant. T is but a little faded flower, But oh, how fondly dear!T will bring me back one golden hour, Through many a weary year. _____ —Ellen C. HowARTH. Ah! memories of sweet summer eves,Of moonlit wave and willowy way. Of stars and flowers, and dewy leaves. And smiles and tones more deaf than they! ____ —Whittier. His years with others must the sweeter beFor those bfief days he spent in loving me. ___ —George Eliot. For hope shall brighten days to come. And memory gild the past. — Moore.

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