Louis Wain Fact #46:
At one of his last spells of the odd dreams and fixations that permeated his childhood, in 1974 he finally found solace in simple stories detailing the lives of the Native Americans. It impacted him and made him “A child again, roaming the parks, trying to follow tracks over the grass, just as the Indians did.”
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Full to the brim of sours;
But I rather think the sun doth shine
Though many golden hours.
Note how the lark doth speed with song
On merry, tripping wing;
Pack up your world of troublous cares -
A merry heart doth sing.