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Ours is no sapling, chance-sown by the fountain,
Blooming at Beltane, in winter to fade.

— Walter Scott

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Source: Hail to the Chief, Lady of the Lake (1810), Canto II. Quoted by Senator Vest in nominating Bland in Chicago.
Source quality: Secondhand citation Quoted from another book or article rather than from the original.

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