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Dust as we are, the immortal spirit grows Like harmony in music; there is a dark Inscrutable workmanship that reconciles Discordant elements, makes them cling together In one society.

William Wordsworth

Rest and be thankful.
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One Liner Thankful
The flower that smells the sweetest is shy and lowly.
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Flower Nature
In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts bring sad thoughts to the mind.
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Mindset Sadness Thinking
A voice so thrilling ne’er was heard. Breaking the silence of the seas Among the farthest Hebrides.
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Break Sea Silence Voice
How many undervalue the power of simplicity ! But it is the real key to the heart.
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Heart Power Reality Simplicity Value
Prompt to move but firm to wait – knowing things rashly sought are rarely found.
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Rare Wait
Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the milky way, They stretch’d in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
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Dance End Shine Stars
In ourselves our safety must be sought. By our own right hand it must be wrought.
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Hands Ourselves Right Safety
But trailing clouds of glory do we come, From God, who is our home: Heaven lies about us in our infancy!
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Glory God Heaven Home Ourselves
As high as we have mounted in delight, In our dejection do we sink as low.
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Grief Happiness Ourselves
How does the Meadow flower its bloom unfold? Because the lovely little flower is free down to its root, and in that freedom bold.
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Flower Freedom
Often in my way have I stood still, though but a casual passenger, so much I felt the awfulness of life.
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Feeling Life Myself
Imagination is the means of deep insight and sympathy, the power to conceive and express images removed from normal objective reality.
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Expression Imagination Power Reality
But He is risen, a later star of dawn.
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Himself Rise Stars
All that we behold is full of blessings.
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Blessing Gratitude One Liner
Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart.
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Breathe Heart Yourself

Dust as we are, the immortal spirit grows Like harmony in music; there is a dark Inscrutable workmanship that reconciles Discordant elements, makes them cling together In one society.

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