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perplexity with a smile then. Dreams 18 Sometimes the dream of life grows strangely troubled and perplexing and then he who meets dismay the bravest is he who feels that the fretful play is but a dream--a briefuneasy dream of three score years and tenor thereaboutsfrom whichin a little whilehe will awake--at leasthe dreams so. How dullhow impossible life would be without dreams--waking dreamsI mean--the dreams that we call "castles in the air built by the kindly hands of Hope a�n�d�a�t�t�h�i�s�m�o�m�e�n�tmbt online store wher is meknesse! Were it not for the mirage of the oasis drawing his footsteps ever onward the weary traveler would lie down in the desert sand and die. It is the mirage of distant success of happiness that like the bunch of carrots fastened an inch beyond the donkey's nose seems always just within our reach if only we will gallop fast enough that makes us run so eagerly along the road of Life. Providence like a father with a tired child lures us ever along the way with tales and promises until at the frowning gate that ends the road we shrink back frightened. Then promises still more sweet he st |
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