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OLIVE BUDS.
life,—and who know that though they seem to die,—it is to live forever.
Then I looked upon a group of children. They were unfed and untaught,—and clamored loudly with wayward tongues. I asked them why they went not to school with their companions, and they mocked at me.
I heard two who were once friends, speak harsh and violent words to each other, and turned away affrighted, at the blows they dealt. I saw a man with a bloated and fiery countenance. He seemed strong as the Oak among trees, yet his steps were more unsteady, than those of the tottering babe. He fell heavily, and I wondered that no hand was stretched out to raise him up.
