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For the soul that was but as a reed in the wind hath attained a Nirvana of calm, And is in this feverous desert of life a fountain of healing and balm, And pilgrims shall be refreshed thereat, shall gratefully lave and drink, And maidens shall garlands wreathe of forget-me-nots fringing the brink, And many shall love the spring fern-hidden, shall precious esteem it and dear, Not knowing what throes volcanic and fierce have left it so crystalline clear.

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