Maxioms by Mrs. Felicia D. Hemans
Is it where the flow'r of the orange blows,
And the fireflies dance thro' the myrtle boughs?
Is it where the flow'r of the orange blows,
And the fireflies dance thro' the myrtle boughs?
Yet, the great ocean hath no tone of power
Mightier to reach the soul, in thought's hushed hour,
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Yet, the great ocean hath no tone of power
Mightier to reach the soul, in thought's hushed hour,
Than yours, ye Lilies! chosen thus and graced!
