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Flowers

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Spake full well, in language quaint and olden,
One who dwelleth by the castled Rhine,
When he called the flowers, so blue and golden,
Stars, that in earth's firmament do shine.

Stars they are, wherein we read our history,
As astrologers and seers of eld;
Yet not wrapped about with awful mystery,
Like the burning stars, which they beheld.

Wondrous truths, and manifold as wondrous,
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Walterrean Salley 25 November 2016

(Flowers by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.) ... Stars they are, wherein we read our history, As astrologers and seers of eld; Yet not wrapped about with awful mystery, Like the burning stars, which they beheld. ______________________________________ **A beautiful ode to 'Flowers.' Much revealing.

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BEAU GOLDEN 01 October 2006

I would like to put this on my gravestone

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