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I send thee pansies while the year is young,
Yellow as sunshine, purple as the night;
Flowers of remembrance, ever fondly sung
By all the chiefest of the Sons of Light.

— Sarah Doudney

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But the waiting time, my brothers,
Is the hardest time of all.

And a proverb haunts my mind
As a spell is cast,
"The mill cannot grind
With the water that is past."

The pure, the beautiful, the bright,
That stirred our hearts in youth,
The impulse to a wordless prayer,
The dreams of love and truth,
The longings after something lost,
The spirit’s yearning cry,
The strivings after better hopes,—
These things can never die.

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