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She dwelt among the untrodden ways
Beside the springs of Dove,
A Maid whom there were none to praise
And very few to love:

A violet by a mossy stone
Half hidden from the eye!
Fair as a star, when only one
Is shining in the sky.

She lived unknown, and few could know
When Lucy ceased to be;
But she is in her grave, and, oh,
The difference to me!

IFE, believe, is not a dream
So dark as sages say;
Oft a little morning rain
Foretells a pleasant day.
Sometimes there are clouds of gloom,
But these are transient all;
If the shower will make the roses bloom,
O why lament its fall?
Rapidly, merrily,
Life’s sunny hours flit by,
Gratefully, cheerily
Enjoy them as they fly!
What though Death at times steps in,
And calls our Best away?
What though sorrow seems to win,
O’er hope, a heavy sway?
Yet Hope again elastic springs,
Unconquered, though she fell;
Still buoyant are her golden wings,
Still strong to bear us well.
Manfully, fearlessly,
The day of trial bear,
For gloriously, victoriously,
Can courage quell despair!
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The privilege of anonymity

is a beautiful thing

when you can speak your mind

and always get away with it

Along with it come certain tendencies

like a wicked streak concealed in mysteries

for none will know who it was who spoke

yet the words been said, a lasting blow

But when all know who has spake

you have to accept, cannot fake

For oh cruel this tendency

to bask in glory of victory

you bring out in me the need to share

to tell everyone who you hope cares

But out in the sun with no curtain to hide

you must gracefully reconcile

for now they know who is behind those words

and now you stand on a double-edged sword

For in anonymity my thoughts flowed

liked an uninterrupted stream downhill

but now I check my every word

can my writing be truthful still?

But I continue to write my heart

for my pen will not let me stop

so many things I have to say

Think whatever they may

I would like to thank my dutiful friends

who pulled me out of the shadows

for now I fear nothing again

especially words like critical arrows

It will only make me responsible

for now I know I am accountable

for the words I speak hold some brevity

I am no longer in anonymity

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 as 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 marked the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I,
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

Rules and Regulations

A short direction
To avoid dejection,
By variations
In occupations,
And prolongation
Of relaxation,
And combinations
Of recreations,
And disputation
On the state of the nation
In adaptation
To your station,
By invitations
To friends and relations,
By evitation
Of amputation,
By permutation
In conversation,
And deep reflection
You’ll avoid dejection.

Learn well your grammar,
And never stammer,
Write well and neatly,
And sing most sweetly,
Be enterprising,
Love early rising,
Go walk of six miles,
Have ready quick smiles,
With lightsome laughter,
Soft flowing after.
Drink tea, not coffee;
Never eat toffy.
Eat bread with butter.
Once more, don’t stutter.

Don’t waste your money,
Abstain from honey.
Shut doors behind you,
(Don’t slam them, mind you.)
Drink beer, not porter.
Don’t enter the water
Till to swim you are able.
Sit close to the table.
Take care of a candle.
Shut a door by the handle,
Don’t push with your shoulder
Until you are older.
Lose not a button.
Refuse cold mutton.
Starve your canaries.
Believe in fairies.
If you are able,
Don’t have a stable
With any mangers.
Be rude to strangers.

Moral: Behave.

If

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or, being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream – and not make dreams your master;
If you can think – and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with triumph and disaster
And treat those two imposters just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with wornout tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: “Hold on”;

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings – nor lose the common touch;
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run –
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And – which is more – you’ll be a Man my son!

Today I stopped to see the sparrows

from flower to flower without a care

No worries ever on my mind

when they were always there

But then they all went away

leaving my childhood behind

Only for them to come back one day

when I had worries on my mind

Today I took a breath

to stop and smell the roses

But roses there were none

Instead I found to my heart’s delight

the sparrows had finally come

They were as they were before

Fluttering without a care

Hopping and flying happily merrily

now here and then there

But it was I who had not

remained the way

they last left me behind

I wish I too could be like you

as in the glory days

but that I have left behind

But oh those days are gone now

and things will never be the same

So I watched and watched

and watched some more

Till it was time to say goodbye

For you’ll go away and

never look back,

but leave me teary eyed

So long, farewell my little friends

for you have taught me well

The lessons of life that

will last me long, only time will tell

You’ve been good friends

and came to visit

when I needed you most

This act of love I’ll never forget

and wish you’ll come more

Today I stopped to see the sparrows

may be they stopped to see me too…

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This too shall pass..
- Anonymous

Nothing in the world can take the place of Persistence. Talent will not; nothing is more common than unsuccessful men with talent. Genius will not; unrewarded genius is almost a proverb. Education will not; the world is full of educated derelicts. Persistence and determination alone are omnipotent.
- Calvin Coolidge