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The lamp you lighted in the olden time Will show you my heart’s-blood beating through the rhyme: A poet’s journal, writ in fire and tears… Then slow deliverance, with the gaps of years.

Bayard Taylor

Who thinks, at night, that morn will ever be? Who knows, far out upon the central sea, That anywhere is land? And yet, a shore Has set behind us, and will rise before: A past foretells a future.
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Hope Night Past
But still I dream that somewhere there must be The spirit of a child that waits for me.
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Childhood Children Dream
Alone each heart must cover up its dead; Alone, through bitter toil, achieve its rest.
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Heart Solitude
Life lives only in success.
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Life Live Success
The stream from Wisdom’s well, Which God supplies, is inexhaustible.
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Streams Wells Wisdom
And the wind that saddens, the sea that gladdens, Are singing the selfsame strain.
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Pain Sea Wind
The lamp you lighted in the olden time Will show you my heart’s-blood beating through the rhyme: A poet’s journal, writ in fire and tears… Then slow deliverance, with the gaps of years.
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Blood Fire Heart
I know I am–that simplest bliss The millions of my brothers miss. I know the fortune to be born, Even to the meanest wretch they scorn.
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Bliss Brother Missing
Peace the offspring is of Power.
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Offspring Peace
Sweeter than the stolen kiss Are the granted kisses
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Granted Kissing Stolen
Sometimes an hour of Fate’s serenest weather Strikes through our changeful sky its coming beams; Somewhere above us, in elusive ether, Waits the fulfilment of our dearest dreams.
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Dream Fate Sky
It is an agreeable and yet a painful sense of novelty to stand for the first time in the midst of a people whose language and manners are different from one’s own.
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Different Firsts People
Love’s humility is love’s true pride.
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Humility Love Pride True
Pens carry further than rifled cannon.
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Cannons Carry Pens
And rest, that strengthens unto virtuous deeds, Is one with Prayer.
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Deeds Prayer Virtuous
But who will watch my lilies, When their blossoms open white? By day the sun shall be sentry, And the moon and the stars by night!
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Moon Night Stars

The lamp you lighted in the olden time Will show you my heart’s-blood beating through the rhyme: A poet’s journal, writ in fire and tears… Then slow deliverance, with the gaps of years.

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