EASTER LILIES
They grew where waters tumbled down
In little falls and whirlings,
A canyon, where wild maidenhair
Grew thick, and little frog-choirs sung
Their Easter melodies among
The fern-fronds green uncurling;
Oh, I can almost see the spot,
So shaded, cool and stilly,
Whence came the creamy delicate
Sweet Easter wild star-lily!
In little falls and whirlings,
A canyon, where wild maidenhair
Grew thick, and little frog-choirs sung
Their Easter melodies among
The fern-fronds green uncurling;
Oh, I can almost see the spot,
So shaded, cool and stilly,
Whence came the creamy delicate
Sweet Easter wild star-lily!
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Every day is a little life
To live at our very best,
Every night is a little death
When the weary workers rest;
If we make each day a small success
The sum of our days cannot be less.
To live at our very best,
Every night is a little death
When the weary workers rest;
If we make each day a small success
The sum of our days cannot be less.
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Though scattered be my mortal dust
By worm, or wind, or wave,
Oh, priceless is the Christian trust!
My God shall mark my grave.
By worm, or wind, or wave,
Oh, priceless is the Christian trust!
My God shall mark my grave.
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