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Danh ngôn của Jean Ingelow (Sứ mệnh: 7)

When sparrows build and the leaves break forth, My old sorrow wakes and cries.
The moon looks upon many night flowers; the night flowers see but one moon.
Against her ankles as she trod The lucky buttercups did nod.
It is not reason which makes faith hard, but life.
A healthful hunger for a great idea is the beauty and blessedness of life.