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Summer set lip to earth's bosom bare;
And left the flushed print in a poppy there:
Like a yawn of fire from the grass it came,
And the fanning wind puffed it to flapping flame.

— Francis Thompson

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An Atheist is a man who believes himself an accident.

The innocent moon, that nothing does but shine,
Moves all the labouring surges of the world.

That men who find Christianity too hard of belief should come to believe in Paganism, sounds, I know, like an absurdity. But nothing is so incalculable as the credulity of incredulity.

Anchorite, who didst dwell
With all the world for cell!

Whose form is as a grove
Hushed with the cooing of an unseen dove.

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