For still in mutual sufferance lies The secret of true living; Love scarce is love that never knows The sweetness of forgiving.
Beneath the winter's snow lie germs of summer flowers.
The Beauty which old Greece or RomeSung, painted, wrought, lies close at home.
Swan flocks of lilies shoreward lying, In sweetness, not in music, dying.
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