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GOD'S WORLD O' WORLD I CANNOT HOLD THEE CLOSE ENOUGH THY WINDS, THY WIDE GREY SKIES. THY MISTS, THAT ROLL AND RISE THY WOODS, THIS AUTUMN DAY, THAT ACHE AND SAG. AND ALL BUT CRY WITH COLOUR, THAT GAUNT CRAG TO CRUSH..TO LIFT THE LEAN OF THAT BLACK BLUFF. WORLD. WORLD. I CANNOT GET THEE CLOSE ENOUGH. LONG HAVE I KNOWN A GLORY IN IT ALL BUT NEVER KNEW I THIS; HERE SUCH A PASSION IS AS STRETCHETH ME APART, LORD, I DO FEAR THOU'ST MADE THE WORLD TOO BEAUTIFUL THIS YEAR. MY SOULD IS ALL BUT OUT OF ME LET FALL NO BURNING LEAF, PRITHEE, LET NO BIRD CALL written by: unknown THE ROAD NOT TAKEN TWO ROADS DIVERGED IN A YELLOW WOOD, AND SORRY I COULD NOT TRAVEL BOTH AND BE ONE TRAVELER, LONG I STOOD AND LOOKED DOWN ONE AS FAR AS I COULD TO WHERE IT BENT IN THE UNDERGROWTH; THEN TOOK THE OTHER, AS JUST AND FAIR, AND HAVING PERHAPS THE BETTER CLAIM, BECAUSE IT WAS GRASSY AND WANTED WEAR; THOUGH AS FOR THAT, THE PASSING THERE HAD WORN THEM REALLY ABOUT THE SAME, AND BOTH THAT MORNING EQUALLY LAY IN LEAVES NO STEP HAD TRODDEN BLACK. OH, I KEPT THE FIRST FOR ANOTHER DAY! YET KNOWING HOW WAY LEADS TO WAY, I DOUBTED IF I EVER SHOULD COME BACK. I SHALL BE TELLING THIS WITH A SIGH, SOMEWHERE AGES AND AGES HENCE: TWO WOODS DIVERGED IN A WOOD, AND I I TOOK THE ONE LESS TRAVELED BY, AND THAT HAS MADE ALL THE DIFFERENCE. written by: Robert Frost STOPPING BY WOODS ON A SNOWY EVENING WHOSE WOODS THESE ARE, I THINK I KNOW HIS HOUSE IS IN THE VILLAGE THOUGH. HE WILL NOT SEE ME STOPPING HERE, TO WATCH HIS WOODS FILL UP WITH SNOW. MY LITTLE HORSE MUST THINK IT QUEER, TO STOP WITHOUT A FARM HOUSE NEAR. BETWEEN THE WOODS AND FROZEN LAKE, THE DARKEST EVENING OF THE YEAR. HE GIVES HIS HARNESS BELLS A SHAKE, TO ASK IF THERE IS SOME MISTAKE. THE ONLY OTHER SOUND'S THE SWEEP OF EASY WIND AND DOWNY FLAKE. THE WOODS ARE LOVELY, DARK, AND DEEP, BUT I HAVE PROMISES TO KEEP. AND MILES TO GO BEFORE I SLEEP, AND MILES TO GO BEFORE I SLEEP. written by: Robert Frost CONCORD HYMN BY THE RUDE BRIDGE THAT ARCHED THE FLOOD THEIR FLAG TO APRIL'S BREEZE UNFURLED HERE ONCE THE EMBATTLED FARMERS STOOD AND FIRED THE SHOT FIRED ROUND THE WORLD THE FOE LONG SINCE IN SILENCE SLEPT ALIKE THE CONQUERER SILENT SLEEPS AND TIME THE RUINED BRIDGE HAS SWEPT DOWN THE DARK STREAM WHICH SEAWARD CREEPS. ON THIS GREEN BANK, BY THIS SOFT STREAM WE SET TODAY A VOTIVE STONE THAT MEMORY MAY THEIR DEED REDEEM WHEN, LIKE OUR SIRES, OUR SONS ARE GONE SPIRIT, THAT MADE THOSE HEROES DARE TO DIE, AND LEAVE THEIR CHILDREN FREE BID TIME AND NATURE GENTLY SPARE THE SHAFT WE RAISE TO THEM AND THEE written by: Ralph Waldo Emerson HOPE IS A TATTERED FLAG HOPE IS A TATTERED FLAG AND A DREAM OF TIME HOPE IS A HEARTSPUN WORD, THE RAINBOW, THE SHADBLOW IN WHITE THE EVENING STAR, INVIOLABLE, OVER THE COAL MINES THE SHIMMER OF NORTHERN LIGHTS ACROSS A BITTER WINTER NIGHT THE BLUE HILLS BEYOND THE SMOKE OF THE STEEL WORKS THE BIRDS WHO GO ON SINGING TO THEIR MATES IN PEACE, WAR, PEACE THE TEN-CENT CROCUS BULB BLOOMING IN A USED CAR SALESROOM THE HORSESHOE OVER THE DOOR, THE LUCK-PIECE IN THE POCKET THE KISS AND THE COMFORTING LAUGH AND RESOLVE HOPE IS AN ECHO, HOPE TIES ITSELF YONDER, YONDER THE SPRING GRASS SHOWING ITSELF WHERE IT IS LEAST EXPECTED THE ROLLING FLUFF OF WHITE CLOUDS ON A CHANGING SKY THE BROADCAST OF STRINGS FROM JAPAN, BELLS FROM MOSCOW OF THE VOICE OF THE PRIME MINISTER OF SWEDEN CARRIED ACROSS THE SEA IN BAHALF OF A WORLD FAMILY OF NATIONS AND CHILDREN SINGING CHORALS OF THE CHRIST CHILD AND BACH BEING BROADCAST FROM BETHLEHEM, PENNSYLVANIA AND TALL SKYSCRAPERS PRACTICALLY EMPTY OF TENANTS AND THE HANDS OF STRONG MEN GROPING FOR HANDHOLDS AND THE SALVATION ARMY SINGING "GOD LOVES US" written by: Carl Sandburg |