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each me, Father, how to go 
Softly as the grasses grow; 
Hush my soul to meet the shoc\ 
Of the wild world as a roc\; 
But my spirit, propt with power, 
Mal{e as simple as a flower. 
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Let the dry heart fill its cup, 
Lil{e a poppy loo\ing up; 
Let life lightly wear her crown, 
Li}{e a poppy looking down. 
EDWIN MARKHAM 
