| C.N. Douglas, comp. Forty Thousand Quotations: Prose and Poetical. 1917. | | | | Margaret J. Preston |
| | | | 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. |
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| | In the vale beneath the hill |
| The evening’s growing purple strengthens. |
| 2 |
| | O Nature, gracious mother of us all, |
| Within thy bosom myriad secrets lie |
| Which thou surrenderest to the patient eye |
| That seeks and waits. |
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| | The pure memories given |
| To help our joy on earth, when earth is past, |
| Shall help our joy in heaven. |
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| | White as the blossoms which the almond tree, |
| Above its bald and leafless branches bears. |
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| | Whoso lives the holiest life |
| Is fittest far to die. |
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| There is no to-morrow; though before our face the shadow named so stretches, we always fail to o’ertake it, hasten as we may. | 7 | | |
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