Saturday, June 22, 2013

June 30

SAINTS are like roses when they flush rarest,
Saints are like lilies when they bloom fairest,
Saints are like violets sweetest of their kind,
      Bear in mind
   This to-day. Then to-morrow: --
All like roses rarer than the rarest,
All like lilies fairer than the fairest,
All like violets sweeter than we know.
       Be it so.
   To-morrow blots out sorrow.

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