  Shall we stand blindly commending person or place? Wide is the margin that lies between feeling and face, Life is steadily tending to joy or despair, What for the bliss of the future, will not a soul dare? Daily we seek to move forward fast as we can Giving kind thought to the welfare of each brother man, Though the bright sunshine is hidden, clouds will uproll Bidding the glory of heaven transfigure the soul. |
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