But who will watch my lilies, When their blossoms open white? By day the sun shall be sentry, And the moon and the stars by night!

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But who will watch my lilies, When their blossoms open white? By day the sun shall be sentry, And the moon and the stars by night!

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As I toiled up the Mount of Olives, in the very footsteps of Christ, panting with the heat and the difficult ascent, I found it utterly impossible to conceive that the Deity, in human form, had walked there before me.

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As I toiled up the Mount of Olives, in the very footsteps of Christ, panting with the heat and the difficult ascent, I found it utterly impossible to conceive that the Deity, in human form, had walked there before me.
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Olives
The hollows are heavy and dank With the steam of the Goldenrods.

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The hollows are heavy and dank With the steam of the Goldenrods.
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Dank heavy Steam
By wisdom wealth is won; but riches purchased wisdom yet for none.

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By wisdom wealth is won; but riches purchased wisdom yet for none.
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In the glory which overhangs Palestine afar off, we imagine emotions which never come, when we tread the soil and walk over the hallowed sites.

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In the glory which overhangs Palestine afar off, we imagine emotions which never come, when we tread the soil and walk over the hallowed sites.
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Afar Soil
Melrose is the finest remaining specimen of Gothic architecture in Scotland. Some of the sculptured flowers in the cloister arches are remarkably beautiful and delicate, and the two windows – the south and east oriels – are of a lightness and grace of execution really surprising.

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Melrose is the finest remaining specimen of Gothic architecture in Scotland. Some of the sculptured flowers in the cloister arches are remarkably beautiful and delicate, and the two windows – the south and east oriels – are of a lightness and grace of execution really surprising.
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Scotland
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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Color Flame Rocks Sprinkle
The loving are the daring.

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The loving are the daring.
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Daring Engagement
The clouds are scudding across the moon, A misty light is on the sea; The wind in the shrouds has a wintry tune, And the foam is flying free.

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The clouds are scudding across the moon, A misty light is on the sea; The wind in the shrouds has a wintry tune, And the foam is flying free.
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Clouds
There may come a day Which crowns Desire with gift, and Art with truth, And Love with bliss, and Life with wiser youth!
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It is an agreeable and yet a painful sense of novelty to stand for the first time in the midst of a people whose language and manners are different from one’s own.

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It is an agreeable and yet a painful sense of novelty to stand for the first time in the midst of a people whose language and manners are different from one’s own.
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Firsts
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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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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Dark
And the wind that saddens, the sea that gladdens, Are singing the selfsame strain.

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And the wind that saddens, the sea that gladdens, Are singing the selfsame strain.
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Labor, you know, is prayer.

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Labor, you know, is prayer.
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Know
Above Coblentz almost every mountain has a ruin and a legend. One feels everywhere the spirit of the past, and its stirring recollections come back upon the mind with irresistible force.

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Above Coblentz almost every mountain has a ruin and a legend. One feels everywhere the spirit of the past, and its stirring recollections come back upon the mind with irresistible force.
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Opportunity is rare, and a wise man will never let it go by him.

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Opportunity is rare, and a wise man will never let it go by him.
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Learn to live, and live to learn, Ignorance like a fire doth burn, Little tasks make large return.

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Learn to live, and live to learn, Ignorance like a fire doth burn, Little tasks make large return.
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