Life is a privilege. Its youthful days
Shine with the radiance of continuous Mays.
To live, to breathe, to wonder and desire,
To feed with dreams the heart’s perpetual fire,
To thrill with virtuous passions, and to glow
With great ambitions – in one hour to know
The depths and heights of feeling – God! in truth,
How beautiful, how beautiful is youth!
Life is a privilege. Like some rare rose
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'Tis true my garments threadbare are,
And sorry poor I seem;
But inly I am richer far
Than any poet's dream.
For I've a hidden life no one
Can ever hope to see;
A sacred sanctuary none
May share with me.
Aloof I stand from out the strife,
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The sun may be clouded, yet ever the sun
Will sweep on its course till the cycle is run.
And when onto chaos the systems are hurled,
Again shall the Builder reshape a new world.
Your path may be clouded, uncertain your goal;
Move on, for the orbit is fixed for your soul.
And though it may lead into darkness of night,
The torch of the Builder shall give you new light.
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BOOK FIRST.
I.
ALL valor died not on the plains of Troy.
Awake, my Muse, awake! be thine the joy
To sing of deeds as dauntless and as brave
As e'er lent luster to a warrior's grave.
Sing of that noble soldier, nobler man,
Dear to the heart of each American.
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Mary and I were twenty-two
When we were wed;
A well-matched pair, right smart to view
The town's folk said.
For twenty years I have been true
To nuptial bed.
But oh alas! The march of time,
Life's wear and tear!
Now I am in my lusty prime
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The wind does not ask
where it is going.
It moves,
because it must.
I carry my days
like weather,
sun,storm,
each with open arms.
What comes,
comes
......
Released, free falling
The wind rushing by your face
Too high to crash down
Suddenly the earth
A yawning maw beneath you
To swallow you whole
No longer soaring
Instead digging deep inside
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Standing judge the heart of the matter
holding, bring forth to account emotions
walked all to ends pier
Could not muster a tear.
Millions of humans did not appear
this was a picture still deception in arrears.
This was the moment of truth
a time without time
the next step would not be a crime.
For sure I was here
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Ein Blatt fällt vom Baum,
nicht weil es schwach ist,
sondern weil die Zeit gekommen ist.
Der Wind trägt es fort,
fragt nicht nach Richtung,
kennt kein Ziel.
Vielleicht wird es gesehen,
vielleicht nicht.
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Was du gibst
kehrt zurück,
manchmal sanft,
manchmal scharf wie Glas.
Ein Handlung
verschwindet nicht
im Vergessen.
Die Welt erinnert sich
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