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Earth's starry lilies sink to rest,
All folded in the mere at night;
But God's slip back, and slumber best
Sky-hidden in the broad daylight.

Earth's starry lilies sink to rest,
All folded in the mere at night;
But God's slip back, and slumber best
Sky-hidden in the broad daylight.
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