My flower, whose radiance passeth all decay;
My streamlet of sweet thoughts in endless store;
My star, to guide my steps to perfect day;
My hope in earth’s dark dungeon of despair;
My refuge ’mid life’s weary noonday glare.
H. Ernest Nichol.
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