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. ... Debris. w care nothing, and who do not seeThrough my happy mood as I sing the songThat helps some other on his way along;I would lighten up all their cares with good,And Id plant a rose in the solitude;But my thoughts, I fear, as I weave this strain,Are childish fancies of a youthful brain. Id have truth triumph, and all error fail;Have wisdom potent, and no wrong prevail;Give all men freedom, and right all their wrongs;Let each one enjoy what to him belongs;Id have earth Heaven, have it shine with lightOf love and justice, and of truth and right;But, I ask myself now, are these thoughts

. ... Debris. w care nothing, and who do not seeThrough my happy mood as I sing the songThat helps some other on his way along;I would lighten up all their cares with good,And Id plant a rose in the solitude;But my thoughts, I fear, as I weave this strain,Are childish fancies of a youthful brain. Id have truth triumph, and all error fail;Have wisdom potent, and no wrong prevail;Give all men freedom, and right all their wrongs;Let each one enjoy what to him belongs;Id have earth Heaven, have it shine with lightOf love and justice, and of truth and right;But, I ask myself now, are these thoughts Stock Photo
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. ... Debris. w care nothing, and who do not seeThrough my happy mood as I sing the songThat helps some other on his way along;I would lighten up all their cares with good,And Id plant a rose in the solitude;But my thoughts, I fear, as I weave this strain,Are childish fancies of a youthful brain. Id have truth triumph, and all error fail;Have wisdom potent, and no wrong prevail;Give all men freedom, and right all their wrongs;Let each one enjoy what to him belongs;Id have earth Heaven, have it shine with lightOf love and justice, and of truth and right;But, I ask myself now, are these thoughts sane?Or childish fancies of an idle brain? I ( i< i) i iI) l BR] s1902 I would live happy in a quiet home,Where Id be content and not care to roam,With a few good friends all my life to cheer,And a heart so true that Id hold most dear;With these I would live so that men might say:He made life brighter when he passed this way;Yet all this, I fear, is an idle dream,A childish fancy of a youthful brain. 2 j.). I stood on the bridge at midnight. As the clocks were striking the hour.And the moon rose oer the cityBehind the dark church tower. The moon, and its broken reflection,And its shadows, shall appearAs the symbol of love in heavenAnd its wavering image here. —Longfellow

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