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The LORD is nigh unto them that are of a broken heart; and saveth such as be of a contrite spirit.
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The LORD is nigh unto them that are of a broken heart; and saveth such as be of a contrite spirit.
My heart is as dry as that spring sometimes proves in a thirsty August, when I revert to the space that is between us; a length of passage enough to render obsolete the phrases of our English letters before they can reach you.
Presently, after this was at an end, my mother died, and I was left at liberty to mourn her loss awhile.
The gloom of an eternal mourning enwraps, more or less closely, every serious and thoughtful soul, as night enwraps the universe.
The other great silences, those of death, grief, or destiny, do not belong to us.
these things occurring daily and being importunate make the mind little, and narrow, and unsocial, and harsh, and timid, so that, being besieged and taken in hand by grief, it can no longer laugh, and shuns daylight, and avoids society
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