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The mind has a thousand eyes, And the heart but one; Yet the light of the whole life dies, When love is done. ~Francis William Bourdillon |
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The Arrow and the Song |
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I shot an arrow into the air, It feel to earth, I knew not where; For, so swiftly it flew, the sight Could not follow it in its flight.
I breathed a song into the air, It feel to earth, I knew not where; For who has sight so keen and strong, That can follow the flight of song?
Long, long afterward, in an oak I found the arrow, still unbroke; And the song, from beginning to end, I found again in the heart of a friend. ~Henry Wadsworth Longfellow |
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Count your Garden |
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Count your garden by the flowers, Never by the leaves that fall; Count your days by golden hours; Don't remember clouds at all. Count your nights by stars, not shadows; Count your years with smiles, not tears; Count your blessings, not your troubles; Count your age by friends, not years. ~Author Unknown
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Through Friendship |
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My careful heart was free again, O'friend, my bosom said, Through thee alone the sky is arched, Through thee the rose is red; All things through thee take nobler form, And look beyond the earth, The mill-round of our fate appears A sun-path in thy worth. Me too thy nobleness has taught To master my despair; The fountains of my hidden life Are through they friend fair. ~Ralph Waldo Emerson |
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