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When God first viewed the rose He’d made He smiled, and thought it passing fair; Upon the bloom His hands He laid, And gently blessed each petal there. He summoned in His artists then And bade them paint, as ne’er before, Each petal, so that earthly men Might love the rose for evermore. With Heavenly [...]
Some are eager to be famous, some are striving to be great, Some are toiling to be leaders of their nation or their state, And in every man’s ambition, if we only under- stood, There is much that’s fine and splendid; every hope is mostly good. So I cling unto the notion that contented I [...]
Men are of two kinds, and he Was of the kind I’d like to be. Some preach their virtues, and a few Express their lives by what they do. That sort was he. No flowery phrase Or glibly spoken words of praise Won friends for him. He wasn’t cheap Or shallow, but his course ran [...]
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