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'Tis so appalling—it exhilarates—
So over Horror, it half Captivates—
The Soul stares after it, secure—
A Sepulchre, fears frost, no more—
To scan a Ghost, is faint—
But grappling, conquers it—
How easy, Torment, now—
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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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GREAT are the myths--I too delight in them;
Great are Adam and Eve--I too look back and accept them;
Great the risen and fallen nations, and their poets, women, sages,
inventors, rulers, warriors, and priests.
Great is Liberty! great is Equality! I am their follower;
Helmsmen of nations, choose your craft! where you sail, I sail,
I weather it out with you, or sink with you.
Great is Youth--equally great is Old Age--great are the Day and
Night;
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If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too:
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;
If you can dream- -and not make dreams your master;
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Am
I know not whence I came,
I know not whither I go;
But the fact stands clear that I am here
In this world of pleasure and woe.
And out of the mist and the murk
Another truth shines plain –
It is my power each day and hour
To add to its joy or its pain.
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De waarheid vraagt niet om geloof.
Ze is er,
stil,
zonder masker.
Niet mooi,niet lelijk,
alleen wat is.
Zij verandert niet,
alleen onze blik.
Truth does not ask to be believed.
It is there,
quiet,
unmasked.
Not beautiful,not ugly,
just what is.
It does not change,
only the way we see it.
Die Wahrheit verlangt keinen Glauben.
Sie ist da,
still,
ohne Maske.
Weder schön noch hässlich,
nur das,was ist.
Sie ändert sich nicht,
nur unser Blick.
I'm often asked what sign I am
Leading me to answer best I can
That while I know that signs exist
I try my best to cheerfully desist.
But there again if truth be told
My interest piqued this subject old,
So with new fervor I travailed
The results of which I here detailed.
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The Grimace of Darkness, or “To Be or Not to Be”
A shabby little world so small,
With minds so weak, so dull, so pall.
But you’re not first, and not alone,
Before the GRIMACE dark has shown.
Into depression, down you fall;
Not first to write the tragic call.
If dreams you chase — you’re deemed insane,
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