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- The autumn comes, a maiden fair
- In slenderness and grace,
- With nodding rice-stems in her hair
- And lilies in her face.
- In flowers of grasses she is clad;
- And as she moves along,
- Birds greet her with their cooing glad
- Like bracelets' tinkling song.
Virtue survives the grave.
KALIDASA, attributed, Day's Collacon
Today well lived makes every yesterday a dream of happiness.
KALIDASA, attributed, Treasury Of Spiritual Wisdom: A Collection Of 10,000 Inspirational Quotations
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