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But still I dream that somewhere there must be The spirit of a child that waits for me.

Bayard Taylor

Departed suns their trails of splendor drew Across departed summers: whispers came From voices, long ago resolved again Into the primeval Silence, and we twain, Ghosts of our present selves, yet still the same, As in a spectral mirror wandered there.
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Mirror Mirrors Self Summer Wander
The glories of the possible are ours.
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Future Glory
He teaches best, Who feels the hearts of all men in his breast, And knows their strength or weakness through his own.
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Experience Heart Men
There may come a day Which crowns Desire with gift, and Art with truth, And Love with bliss, and Life with wiser youth!
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Art Desire Success
Opportunity is rare, and a wise man will never let it go by him.
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Men Opportunity Wise
With rushing winds and gloomy skies The dark and stubborn Winter dies: Far-off, unseen, Spring faintly cries, Bidding her earliest child arise; March!
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Children Dark Spring
The healing of the world is in its nameless saints. Each separate star seems nothing, but a myriad scattered stars break up the night and make it beautiful.
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Beautiful Healing Stars
And the wind that saddens, the sea that gladdens, Are singing the selfsame strain.
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Pain Sea Wind
The most annoying of all blockheads is a well-read fool.
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Annoying Fool Wells
Learn to live, and live to learn, Ignorance like a fire doth burn, Little tasks make large return.
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Fire Ignorance Learning
Love is better than Fame.
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Better Fame Love
As I toiled up the Mount of Olives, in the very footsteps of Christ, panting with the heat and the difficult ascent, I found it utterly impossible to conceive that the Deity, in human form, had walked there before me.
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Ascent Olives
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
The stream from Wisdom’s well, Which God supplies, is inexhaustible.
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Streams Wells Wisdom
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
Swelling in anger or sparkling in glee.
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Glee Ocean Swelling

But still I dream that somewhere there must be The spirit of a child that waits for me.

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