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"As from the bosom of her mystic fountains,
Nile's sacred water windeth to the main, Flooding each vale embosomed 'mong the mountains, From far Alata's fields to Egypt's plain: So from the bosom of the Fount of Love,
A golden stream of sympathy is gushing; And winding, first thro' intellect above,
Then thro' each vale of mortal mind is rushing; Sweeping the heart of iceberg and of stone,
Purging humanity of every blindness,
Melting all spirits earthly into one,
And leaving holiness and joy-'TIS KINDNESS."
D. K. LEE.