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![]() The charities that soothe, and heal, and bless Are scattered at the feet of Man, like flowers. |
![]() And lovely is the Rose. |
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![]() The winds that will be howling at all hours, And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers; For this, for everything, we are out of tune. |
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