The scarlet flower, with never a sister leaf,
Stemless, springs from the edge of the Cactus-thorn:
Thus from the ragged wounds of desperate grief
A beautiful Thought, perfect and pure, is born.
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Lincoln said, 'When I do good, I feel good. When I do bad, I feel bad.' And that's my religion.
by James Whitcomb Riley
_Piped to the Spirit of John Keats._
I.
Would that my lips might pour out in thy praise
A fitting melody--an air sublime,--
A song sun-washed and draped in dreamy haze--