What sunshine is to flowers, smiles are to humanity. These are but trifles, to be sure; but, scattered alonglife's pathway, the good they do is inconceivable.

What sunshine is to flowers, smiles are to humanity. These are but trifles, to be sure; but, scattered alonglife's pathway, the good they do is inconceivable.

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