The Wedding Ring by T. De Witt Talmage
One night lying on my lounge, when very tired, my children all around about me in full romp, and hilarity and
laughter--on the lounge, half awake and half asleep, I dreamed this dream: I was in a far country. It was not
Persia, although more than Oriental luxuriance crowned the cities. It was not the tropics,
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