Oh, you queens, you queens! Among the hills and happy greenwood of this land of yours, shall the foxes have holes, and the birds of the air have nests; and in the cities shall the stones cry out against you, that they are the only pillows where the Son of Man can lay his head?
—Ruskin, "Sesame and Lilies," "Queens' Gardens," Sec. 95.
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