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<p>Some flowers are withered and some joys have died;<br/>
The garden reeks with an East Indian scent<br/>
From beds where gillyflowers stand weak and spent;<br/>
The white heat pales the skies from side to side;<br/>
But in still lakes and rivers, cool, content,<br/>
Like starry blooms on a new firmament,<br/>
White lilies float and regally abide.<br/>
In vain the cruel skies their hot rays shed;<br/>
The lily does not feel their brazen glare.<br/>
In vain the pallid clouds refuse to share<br/>
Their dews; the lily feels no thirst, no dread.<br/>
Unharmed she lifts her queenly face and head;<br/>
She drinks of living waters and keeps fair.</p>
<p align="center" style="margin: 0%"><SPAN href="images/vign-07.png"><ANTIMG width-obs="40%" src="images/vign-07.png" alt="Vignette 7" /></SPAN></p>
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