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Oh, Paradise! Oh, Paradise! 
I want to sin no more: 
I want to be as pure on earth 
As on thy spotless shore, 
Where loyal hearts, etc. 
Oh, Paradise! Oh, Paradise! 
I greatly long to see 
The special place my dearest Lord 
Is destining for me; 
Where loyal hearts, etc. 
Oh, Paradise! Oh, Paradise! 
I feel ’twill not be long: 
Patience! I almost think I hear 
Paint fragments of thy song; 
Where loyal hearts and true 
Stand ever in the light, 
All rapture, through and through. 
In God’s most holy Sight. 
—Father Faber. 
One of various plants having a sour juice. 
Wit. 
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T is well, indeed, to season our conversation with wit and humor, for thia 
renders our intercourse with others more agreeable. 
But we should regard it as salt, which, when moderately used, im¬ 
proves the flavor of a dish, but, when mixed too abundantly, renders our 
food entirely unfit to be eaten. 
