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My son,
you are so young,
yet growing so fast.
Like the pages
of a novel,
your days are quickly
flipping by.
My heart sorrows
when I realize
how soon
you'll no longer be
an innocent child.
- Chris Lindsay
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Lilacs blossom just as sweet Now my heart is shattered. If I bowled it down the street, Who's to say it mattered? If there's one that rode away What would I be missing? Lips that taste of tears, they say, Are the best for kissing. Eyes that watch the morning star Seem a little brighter; Arms held ou...
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Because I fell that, in the heavens above, The angels, whispering to one another, Can find, among their burning terms of love, None so devotional as that of "Mother," Therefore by that dear name I long have called you, You who are more than mother unto me, And fill my heart of hearts...
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She might be the first Angel you have ever seen; you will know her as a friend,
Let me describe Her to you so you will not be afraid.
She has more compassion than all the other Angels,
For her job is special, it is to show you the way.
She has the comfort of the Holy Spirit, the gentlene...
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To an Athlete Dying Young
The time you won your town the race
We chaired you through the market-place;
Man and boy stood cheering by,
And home we brought you shoulder-high.
To-day, the road all runners come,
Shoulder-high we bring you home,
And set you at your threshold down,
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Near a shady wall a rose once grew,
Budded and blossomed in God's free light:
Watered and fed by morning dew,
Shedding its sweetness day and night.
As it grew and blossomed fair and tall,
Slowly rising to loftier height,
It came to a crevice in the wall,
Through which there ...
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God bestows talents to each and all, Were to take time to heed the call. We must pay attention to ourselves within, If we throw them away it's close to a sin. Some have talents that are quiet and small, Others have talents that are large and tall. Whatever the talents he gives you and me, Don't squ...
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A cold is a blessing I'm here to tell,
It makes you appreciate when you are well
Your head swells up, and near comes to a boil,
Friends scatter afar, except for the loyal.
Your eyes are a blur with ears nearly deaf,
Your nose is so red Even Santa, He left.
But blessings aboun...
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We talked and talked as years went by,
Within my heart the Lord and I.
When all was done we made a deal,
And with this vow, we did it seal.
I vowed to follow him straight home,
With nary a cry, no not a moan.
If he would keep you safe and well,
Until you hear old Gabriel's b...
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The day dawned fair and humid, and the sun shone hot and bright,
Then cumulus they billowed up, with all there awesome might.
The leaves began to shimmer, In the smallest gentle breeze.
Then slowly stir the dust, and cause the clouds to start to sneeze.
Cascading light develops, as th...
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My pen seems kind of empty and my parchments generally bear, Deep thought is usually lacking as I sit down in my chair. Yes, To clarify the structure of laughter, tears and strife, Oh, to write about the universe, the meaning of all life. To rise above all worldly cares, with nose upwardly bound Oh...
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Though thou art now a ruin bare and cold, Thou wert sometime the garden of a king. The birds have sought a lovelier place to sing. The flowers are few. It was not so of old. It was not thus when hand in hand there strolled Through arbors perfumed with undying Spring Bare bodies beautiful, brow...
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"I need to see the fellow
Who was working on my car."
"Well, Nick's the one who fixed it,
But right now he's in the bar."
"There seems to be a problem,
With the rebuilt carburetor
Nick installed this morning.
Guess I'll have to come back later."
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Essay
[Excerpt of the text]
“How strange is the lot of us mortals! Each of us is here for a brief sojourn; for what purpose he knows not, though he sometimes thinks he senses it. But without deeper reflection one knows from daily life that one exists for other people — first o...
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Know then thyself, presume not God to scan
The proper study of Mankind is Man.
Placed on this isthmus of a middle state,
A Being darkly wise, and rudely great:
With too much knowledge for the Sceptic side,
With too much weakness for the Stoic's pride,
He hangs between; in doubt to ...
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Father of all! in every age,
In every clime adored,
By saint, by savage, and by sage,
Jehovah, Jove, or Lord!
Thou great First Cause, least understood,
Who all my sense confined
To know but this, that thou art good,
And that myself am blind;
Yet gave me, in this dark es...
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[The Destiny of Men]
There is a time, we know not when,
A point we know not where,
That marks the destiny of men
To glory or despair.
There is a line by us unseen,
That crosses every path;
The hidden boundary between
God's patience and his wrath.
To pass that l...
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Whenever I walk to Suffern along the Erie track
I go by a poor old farmhouse with its shingles broken and black.
I suppose I've passed it a hundred times, but I always stop for a minute
And look at the house, the tragic house, the house with nobody in it.
I never have seen a haunt...
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I Think that I shall never see A poem lovely as a tree. A tree whose hungry mouth is prest Against the earth's sweet flowing breast, A tree that looks at God all day, And lifts her leafy arms to pray, A tree that may in Summer wear A nest of robins in her hair; Upon whose bosom snow has lain; Who i...
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Her arms across her breast she laid;
She was more fair than words can say;
Barefooted came the beggar maid
Before the king Cophetua.
In robe and crown the king stept down,
To meet and greet her on her way;
‘It is no wonder,’ said the lords,
‘She is more beautiful th...
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A Legend of the Navy
He that only rules by terror
Doeth grievous wrong.
Deep as hell I count his error.
Let him hear my song.
Brave the Captain was; the seamen
Made a gallant crew,
Gallant sons of English freemen,
Sailors bold and true.
But they hated his oppressi...
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Half a league, half a league,
Half a league onward,
All in the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.
Forward, the Light Brigade!
Charge for the guns!' he said:
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.
Forward, the Light Brigade!'
Was there a man dismayed?
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The Eagle: A Fragment He clasps the crag with crooked hands; Close to the sun in lonely lands, Ring'd with the azure world, he stands. The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls; He watches from his mountain walls, And like a thunderbolt he falls. Alfred Lord Tennyson (1851)
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Once in a golden hour
I cast to earth a seed.
Up there came a flower,
The people said, a weed.
To and fro they went
Thro’ my garden-bower,
And muttering discontent
Cursed me and my flower.
Then it grew so tall
It wore a crown of light,
But thieves from o’er the ...
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The Islet
‘Whither, O whither, love, shall we go,
For a score of sweet little summers or so?’
The sweet little wife of the singer said,
On the day that follow’d the day she was wed,
‘Whither, O whither, love, shall we go?’
And the singer shaking his curly ...
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