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Some praise is silence

Some praise is silence Speaking more lordly with a look Than all the cantos, credos can. Beyond capacity to tell The heart begins oblative being Outpours its purest strain In stillness blooming wild and strong As cereus spills its nameless scent And sanctifies the midnight air.

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