"Thine eyes, that hold a mirth subdued Like deep pools scattering fire - Mine dare not meet them in their mood, For fear of my desire, Lest thou that secret do descry Which evermore I must deny. Hard is the world that does not give To every love a place; Hard is the power that bids us live A life bereft of grace - Hard, hard to lose thy figure, dear, My star and my religion here!" -James Fenimore Cooper (1789-1851)
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By Aaron {THE EYE}