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• But when shall spring visit the mouldering urn? Oh when shall it dawn on the night of the grave?
  -- James Beattie (1735-1803) -- The Hermi...
• By the glare of false science betray'd, That leads to bewilder, and dazzles to blind.
  -- James Beattie (1735-1803) -- The Hermi...
• He thought as a sage, though he felt as a man. -- James Beattie (1735-1803) -- The Hermi
• At the close of the day when the hamlet is still, And mortals the sweets of forgetfulness prove, When naught but the torrent is heard on the hill, And naught but the nightingale's song in the grove.
  -- James Beattie (1735-1803) -- The Hermi...
• Like a shadow from the tomb...
• A hermit is a deserter from the army of humanity.
• Like an angel rising up from the tomb.
• The Clinton Administration: Government control from Womb to Tomb!