Life and death went hand in hand: wealth and poverty stood side by side: repletion & starvation laid them down together.
It is a pleasant thing to see that the sun has been there: to know that the air and light are on them everyday: to feel that they are children and had children lives: that their pillows be damp, it is with the dews of heaven, and not with tears.
Such is hope, heavens own gift to struggling mortals; pervading, like some subtle essence from the skies, all things both good and bad: as universal as death, and more infectious than disease.
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