Emile Eisman Semenowsky Art
In the morning of life, before its wearisome journey,
The youthful soul doth expand,in the simple luxury of being;
It hath not contracted its wishes, nor set a limit on its hopes;
The wing of fancy is unclipped,
and sin hath not seared the feelings:
Each feature is stamped with immortality,
for all its desires are infinite,
And it seeketh an ocean of happiness,
to fill the deep hollow within.
MARTIN FARQUHAR TUPPER,Proverbial Philosophy
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