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GOD'S WORLD

O' WORLD I CANNOT HOLD THEE CLOSE ENOUGH

THY WINDS, THY WIDE GREY SKIES.

THY MISTS, THAT ROLL AND RISE
THY WOODS, THIS AUTUMN  DAY, THAT ACHE AND SAG.
AND ALL BUT CRY WITH COLOUR, THAT GAUNT CRAG
TO CRUSH..TO LIFT THE LEAN OF THAT BLACK BLUFF.
WORLD. WORLD.  I CANNOT GET THEE CLOSE ENOUGH.

LONG HAVE I KNOWN A GLORY IN IT ALL

BUT NEVER KNEW I THIS;

HERE SUCH A PASSION IS
AS STRETCHETH ME APART, LORD, I DO FEAR
THOU'ST MADE THE WORLD TOO BEAUTIFUL THIS YEAR.
MY SOULD IS ALL BUT OUT OF ME
LET FALL NO BURNING LEAF, PRITHEE,
LET NO BIRD CALL

written by:  unknown




THE ROAD NOT TAKEN

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 AND 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 KEPT THE FIRST FOR ANOTHER DAY!
YET KNOWING HOW WAY LEADS TO WAY,
I DOUBTED IF I EVER SHOULD COME BACK.

I SHALL BE TELLING THIS WITH A SIGH,
SOMEWHERE AGES AND AGES HENCE:
TWO WOODS DIVERGED IN A WOOD, AND I
I TOOK THE ONE LESS TRAVELED BY,
AND THAT HAS MADE ALL THE DIFFERENCE.

written by:  Robert Frost




STOPPING BY WOODS ON A SNOWY EVENING

WHOSE WOODS THESE ARE, I THINK I KNOW
HIS HOUSE IS IN THE VILLAGE THOUGH.
HE WILL NOT SEE ME STOPPING HERE,
TO WATCH HIS WOODS FILL UP WITH SNOW.

MY LITTLE HORSE MUST THINK IT QUEER,
TO STOP WITHOUT A FARM HOUSE NEAR.
BETWEEN THE WOODS AND FROZEN LAKE,
THE DARKEST EVENING OF THE YEAR.

HE GIVES HIS HARNESS BELLS A SHAKE,
TO ASK IF THERE IS SOME MISTAKE.
THE ONLY OTHER SOUND'S THE SWEEP
OF EASY WIND AND DOWNY FLAKE.

THE WOODS ARE LOVELY, DARK, AND DEEP,
BUT I HAVE PROMISES TO KEEP.
AND MILES TO GO BEFORE I SLEEP,
AND MILES TO GO BEFORE I SLEEP.

written by:  Robert Frost



CONCORD HYMN

BY THE RUDE BRIDGE THAT ARCHED THE FLOOD
THEIR FLAG TO APRIL'S BREEZE UNFURLED
HERE ONCE THE EMBATTLED FARMERS STOOD
AND FIRED THE SHOT FIRED ROUND THE WORLD

THE FOE LONG SINCE IN SILENCE SLEPT
ALIKE THE CONQUERER SILENT SLEEPS
AND TIME THE RUINED BRIDGE HAS SWEPT
DOWN THE DARK STREAM WHICH SEAWARD CREEPS.

ON THIS GREEN BANK, BY THIS SOFT STREAM
WE SET TODAY A VOTIVE STONE
THAT MEMORY MAY THEIR DEED REDEEM
WHEN, LIKE OUR SIRES, OUR SONS ARE GONE

SPIRIT, THAT MADE THOSE HEROES DARE
TO DIE, AND LEAVE THEIR CHILDREN FREE
BID TIME AND NATURE GENTLY SPARE
THE SHAFT WE RAISE TO THEM AND THEE

written by:  Ralph Waldo Emerson



HOPE IS A TATTERED FLAG

HOPE IS A TATTERED FLAG AND A DREAM OF TIME
HOPE IS A HEARTSPUN WORD, THE RAINBOW, THE SHADBLOW IN WHITE
THE EVENING STAR, INVIOLABLE, OVER THE COAL MINES
THE SHIMMER OF NORTHERN LIGHTS ACROSS A BITTER WINTER NIGHT
THE BLUE HILLS BEYOND THE SMOKE OF THE STEEL WORKS
THE BIRDS WHO GO ON SINGING TO THEIR MATES IN PEACE, WAR, PEACE
THE TEN-CENT CROCUS BULB BLOOMING IN A USED CAR SALESROOM
THE HORSESHOE OVER THE DOOR, THE LUCK-PIECE IN THE POCKET
THE KISS AND THE COMFORTING LAUGH AND RESOLVE
HOPE IS AN ECHO, HOPE TIES ITSELF YONDER, YONDER
THE SPRING GRASS SHOWING ITSELF WHERE IT IS LEAST EXPECTED
THE ROLLING FLUFF OF WHITE CLOUDS ON A CHANGING SKY
THE BROADCAST OF STRINGS FROM JAPAN, BELLS FROM MOSCOW
OF THE VOICE OF THE PRIME MINISTER OF SWEDEN CARRIED
ACROSS THE SEA IN BAHALF OF A WORLD FAMILY OF NATIONS
AND CHILDREN SINGING CHORALS OF THE CHRIST CHILD
AND BACH BEING BROADCAST FROM BETHLEHEM, PENNSYLVANIA
AND TALL SKYSCRAPERS PRACTICALLY EMPTY OF TENANTS
AND THE HANDS OF STRONG MEN GROPING FOR HANDHOLDS
AND THE SALVATION ARMY SINGING "GOD LOVES US"

written by:  Carl Sandburg

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