"a mansion of rest, of quietness and peace, where all mortal soul cries will eternally cease. where with holy angels and seraphs thou shall join, in my arbor of love, eternal and sublime. beyond the vain terrestrial, yea the fading of things of time, where eternal joys shall ever more be thine. so come receive a crown of my holy love, and on thy soul shout the song of sweet mirth"
image, a faded cdv of some kind of organ grinding clown circa 1890, text from a shaker gift drawing transcribed into a small notebook a few weeks ago while visiting the american craft & folk art museum in nyc...
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