There was a young lady whose eyes,
were unique as to colour and size;
When she opened them wide,
people all turned aside,
and started away in surprise.
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Affection is responsible for nine-tenths of whatever solid and durable happiness there is in our lives.
by Hugh McCullochNow in his slow, sweet journeying came he
Where greenest meadows sloping met a stream
Whereon the sun did dance and play and gleam
Like beaten gold : and coming there, he bent