At bottom, every man knows well enough that he is a unique being, only once on this earth; and by no extraordinary chance will such a marvelously picturesque piece of diversity in unity as he is, ever be put together a second time.
The winds that on the uplands softly lie, Grow keener where the ice is lingering still Where the first robin on the sheltered hill Pipes blithely to the tune, "When Spring goes by!"
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