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The Wayside Flower (Poem)

There grows a little flower by the way,
And sheds its sweetness on the passer-by;
And many a tired traveller stays to rest
Where it is nigh.

It grows beside the dusty road of life,
And lifts a trustful face to God above—
Thrice strong the soul that breathes the sweetness of
The flower of Love!

When we are asked, what is the object of religion? Let us reply: Conduct. And when we are asked further, what is conduct? Let us answer: Three-fourths of life.
—Matthew Arnold

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