"Alone I walked on the ocean strand, A pearly shell was in my hand; I stooped, and wrote upon the sand My name, the year, the day. As onward from the sport I passed, One lingering look behind I cast, A wave came rolling high and fast, And washed my lines away."
"Wisdom, Power and Goodness meet In the bounteous field of wheat."
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Source: Hannah Flagg Gould (1854). “Hymns and Other Poems for Children”, p.106
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