—Maurice Smiley.
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The lily's lips are pure and white without a touch of fire;
The rose's heart is warm and red and sweetened with desire.
In earth's broad fields of deathless bloom the gladdest lives are those
Whose thoughts are as the lily and whose love is like the rose.
—Nixon Waterman.
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We shape ourselves the joy or fear
Of which the coming life is made,