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Excerpt from ThoughtsThoughtsThoughts are like fluttered leaves, In Autumn of the year, For some lie colorless, and dull, While others beautiful, in red-And-gold, appear.And some we push aside, Then pass, nor pause to look, Others we carry home, and pressBetween the leaves of some reveredAnd much-loved book.So take these thoughts of mine, With love that is untold, Reject the worthless, poor and mean, But, may you find, gleaming between, Some "...

Excerpt from ThoughtsThoughtsThoughts are like fluttered leaves, In Autumn of the year, For some lie colorless, and dull, While others beautiful, in red-And-gold, appear.And some we push aside, Then pass, nor pause to look, Others we carry home, and pressBetween the leaves of some reveredAnd much-loved book.So take these thoughts of mine, With love that is untold, Reject the worthless, poor and mean, But, may you find, gleaming between, Some "...