Two souls, two thoughts, two unreconciled strivings
It is a peculiar sensation
Many a man, and city, and people have found in it an excuse for sulking
Two souls, two thoughts, two unreconciled strivings
The sobering realization of the meaning of Progress
Many a man, and city, and people have found in it excuse for sulking.
Progress I understand is necessarily ugly
The sobering realization of the meaning of Progress
Few know of these problems
Progress I understand is necessarily ugly
We are on ground made familiar by study, much discussion, and little philanthropic effort
Few know of these problems
It is a peculiar sensation.
We are on ground made familiar by study, much discussion, and no little philanthropic effort
How does it feel to be a problem?
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