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"I worship the One True God," replied Gina, solemnly, joining her hands in a reverent attitude; "but for the Pope at Rome, I know him not."
— from The International Monthly Magazine - Volume V - No II by Various
But when her moods are ended, She nestles like a dove; Then, by the pain and rapture, I know her name is Love.
— from The White Bees by Henry Van Dyke
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