'...Was religion, she wondered, given to us that we might always carry grave faces, always be quoting Holy Writ, always rebuking mirth; that we should have no forgiveness for sin, and no mercy for error which is not sin, and no tenderness for the child that had stepped out of the hard dry road of life to pluck one of the few flowers that bloom on the way-side, but must not be gathered without our leave?..'
from Auld Lang Syne by W. Clark Russell (Volume II, Chapter III)
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