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Her smile was prodigal of summery shine,—
Gaily persistent,—like a morn in June
That laughs away the clouds, and up and down
Goes making merry with the ripening grain,
That slowly ripples,—its bent head drooped down,
With golden secret of the sheathèd seed.

— Margaret Junkin Preston Attributed Forty Thousand Quotations, Prose and Poetical (1917)

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The lotos bowed above the tide and dreamed.

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White as the blossoms which the almond-tree,
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Gracious as sunshine, sweet as dew
Shut in a lily's golden core.

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With guilt's defilement stained without, within,
How can I hope Thy cleansing grace to win?
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