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while , and as the friend leaves, and presses her lips on my forehead, her angelic voice says to me: Martha will he over tomorrow
. And here is Martha, and the result of her presence is that I sit at my typewriter filled in good old fashion with a square
meal and as I look out of the window, I see, under an umbrella, the good mother and her boy in the depth of our wild oat patch
(matorial, not spiritual). Martha used to be a student here, years ago, and lived in the shack . And she is happy to be back,
and get in in familiar and unconventional style, She is all smiles, and Poland did not hide under the tablecloth either, but
wants her right now, to come with my mother together under the Schirm out in the grass. - I remain back here, and only watch
them now and then as I write to you. Musnt you be a happy man? What pleasure it must have been to fill that box and know what
blessing such golden nuggets, are, to procure ; Give and it shall be given unto you, full measure, pressed down, shaken together
and running over shall men give into your bossom . I cannot fancy that any man be richer than I, but you must be my full brother-in-gld.
Yet, why? Why shall people give to me,? That is the riddle for me. And as I close, I but repeat my prayer silently, for you,
as it shall be audible to him who always listens to them. The sun of love, the dew of peace and the result is the first fruit
that we hand out over the altars of -Him to our fellow-brother. Spread the breath of my soul over your grassy-flowering slopes
and tell the hills that one more nan is new-born for their, heights. Take of the water of Life freely - this the fond wish
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