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Beauty is so precious, the enjoyments
it gives are so refined and pure, so
congenial with our tenderest and noblest feelings, and so
akin to worship,
that it is painful to think of the multitude of men as living
in the midst
of it, and living almost as blind to it as if, instead of
the fair earth and
glorious sky, they were living in a dungeon. - William Channing
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