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A THOUGHT.
The stillest streams lend life and light
To fairest meads of Spring;
The bird that flutters least in sight
Is longest on the wing.
To fairest meads of Spring;
The bird that flutters least in sight
Is longest on the wing.
The sweetest flowers their odours shed
In silence, and alone;
And Wisdom's hidden fount is fed
By minds to fame unknown.
In silence, and alone;
And Wisdom's hidden fount is fed
By minds to fame unknown.
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But soon or late the time will come,
Though long it seem deferred,
When loudest talkers shall be dumb,
And silent doers heard.
Though long it seem deferred,
When loudest talkers shall be dumb,
And silent doers heard.
Then shall a meed surpassing fame
To lowly worth be given,
Whose toil hath sought with humble aim
To guide the soul to Heaven.
To lowly worth be given,
Whose toil hath sought with humble aim
To guide the soul to Heaven.
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