Labor, you know, is prayer.
BAYARD TAYLORAnd far and wide, in a scarlet tide, The poppy’s bonfire spread.
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And the wind that saddens, the sea that gladdens, Are singing the selfsame strain.
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The loving are the daring.
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Love’s humility is love’s true pride.
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The knowledge of my sin Is half-repentance.
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The hollows are heavy and dank With the steam of the Goldenrods.
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Alone each heart must cover up its dead; Alone, through bitter toil, achieve its rest.
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So far as female beauty is concerned, the Circassian women have no superiors. They have preserved in their mountain home the purity of the Grecian models, and still display the perfect physical loveliness, whose type has descended to us in the Venus de Medici.
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He teaches best, Who feels the hearts of all men in his breast, And knows their strength or weakness through his own.
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But still I dream that somewhere there must be The spirit of a child that waits for me.
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Really,’ thought I, ‘we call Baltimore the ‘Monumental City’ for its two marble columns, and here is Edinburg with one at every street-corner!
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The stream from Wisdom’s well, Which God supplies, is inexhaustible.
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From the desert I come to thee, On a stallion shod with fire; And the winds are left behind In the speed of my desire.
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Death is not rare, alas! nor burials few, And soon the grassy coverlet of God Spreads equal green above their ashes pale.
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The aquilegia sprinkled on the rocks A scarlet rain; the yellow violet Sat in the chariot of its leaves, the phlox Held spikes of purple flame in meadows wet, And all the streams with vernal-scented reed Were fringed, and streaky bellow of miskodeed.
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With rushing winds and gloomy skies The dark and stubborn Winter dies: Far-off, unseen, Spring faintly cries, Bidding her earliest child arise; March!
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