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At her light touch. behold a voice proceedsOut of all things to chide our sordid deeds;A beauty breaks, a beauty ever strange,The Changeless that is back of all the change.Lightly it comes as when a rose would be—Takes feature yet remains a mystery.

Edwin Markham.In "Lincoln and other Poems."

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Among the Churches
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