How should all the apparatus of heaven and earth, from the farthest firmament to the tender bosom of the mother who nourished us, make poetry for a mind that had no movements of awe and tenderness, no sense of fellowship which thrills from the near to the distant, and back again from the distant to the near?

much strength and endurance did she have stored inside her? He hoped to God she had enough to see this nightmare through.

The Bible illustrated by Dore occupied many of my hours - and I think probably gave me many nightmares.

Written By Eleanor Roosevelt

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