LIFE, believe, is not a dream
So dark as sages say;
Oft a little morning rain
Foretells a pleasant day.
Sometimes there are clouds of gloom,
But these are transient all;
If the shower will make the roses bloom,
O why lament its fall ?
Rapidly, merrily,
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You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may tread me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.
Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.
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O BLITHE New-comer! I have heard,
I hear thee and rejoice.
O Cuckoo! Shall I call thee Bird,
Or but a wandering Voice?
While I am lying on the grass
Thy twofold shout I hear,
From hill to hill it seems to pass,
At once far off, and near.
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It's easy to fight when everything's right,
And you're mad with the thrill and the glory;
It's easy to cheer when victory's near,
And wallow in fields that are gory.
It's a different song when everything's wrong,
When you're feeling infernally mortal;
When it's ten against one, and hope there is none,
Buck up, little soldier, and chortle:
Carry on! Carry on!
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Let America be America again.
Let it be the dream it used to be.
Let it be the pioneer on the plain
Seeking a home where he himself is free.
(America never was America to me.)
Let America be the dream the dreamers dreamed--
Let it be that great strong land of love
Where never kings connive nor tyrants scheme
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Writing letters of consolation to recount loss
When every breath of failure is just another cross
Dignity gone to die with pride when humanity is its own grave
Seeking to resolve this conundrum, a crisis of faith, I slave
Lost in query of this go between
The flesh is blind as all things seen
Consolations like back handed compliments of comfort for sorrow
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It rests in the chest like a bird too long caged-
wings bruised from flightless years,
still lifting,
still dreaming of sky it has never touched.
Hope is not light.
It is the weight we carry when we
have nothing else,
the stone we clutch in the flood
because sinking feels closer to flying
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Hope only seems fallen
At the end of battles;
After the dust settles -
It reappears erelong.
Hope carries a spark -
An internal light -
A fire for life
That eschews the dark.
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Away, away, in a far land,
With the sun cast sand,
Stood a girl with a mind full of dreams
In a dress-coloured cream.
She looked far away into the horizon,
And stood there still glancing,
As the orange hues dissolved into the sea,
Like the hopes she had and the promises she made.
She watched keenly as the sea swallowed the sun
With its waves crashing against each other.
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Hope is a dangerous thing
She always changes her form
To me, she’s a little butterfly.
She’ll come hurtling into my soul
A flurry of wings and colour and light
She pulls me out of that spiral
Tells me that I can not give up
Not now
Convinces me that I am a fighter
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