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KANSAS COLLECTION.

 
YET sweet it is for us to know 
That flowers do live beneath the snow; 
And Winter always hath its Spring, 
When flowers will bloom and birds will sing; 
And souls we love will grow more fair, 
When silver threads come in the hair. 

^__Moody.    

 
BUT what is great and what endures 
    Is built by all. 

^__Moody.