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78 Thou who wouldst be wise

Open wide thine eyes;

In each sunny hour

Pluck the one perfect flower!

"BEYOND ALL BEAUTY IS THE UNKNOWN GRACE"

THE VIOLET

lay in the grass,

A tear in its golden eye;

And it said: "Alas and alas!

The night is over and gone,

Another day is anigh,

And I am alone, alone!

There is none to care if I die,

There is none to be glad that I live;

The lovers they pass me by