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There is a Power whose care Teaches thy way.

William C. Bryant

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Remorse is virtue's root its fair increase is fruits of innocence and blessedness.
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The gentle race of flowers Are lying in their lowly beds.
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The hushed winds their Sabbath keep.
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Ah! never shall the land forget.
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Your peaks are beautiful, ye Apennines! In the soft light of these serenest skies From the broad highland region, black with pines, Fair as the hills of Paradise they rise, Bathed in the tint Peruvian slaves behold In rosy flushes on the virgin gold.
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The groves were God's first temple. Ere man learned To hew the shaft, and lay the architrave, And spread the roof above them,--ere he framed The lofty vault, to gather and roll back The sound of anthems in the darkling wood, Amidst the cool and silence, he knelt down And offered to the Mightiest solemn thanks And supplication.
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Difficulty is the nurse of greatness.
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All things that are on earth shall wholly pass away, Except the love of God, which shall live and last for aye.
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