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Yet in thy dark streets shineth
The everlasting Light;
The hopes and fears of all the years
Are met in thee to-night.

O little Town of Bethlehem.

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Life comes before literature, as the material always comes before the work. The hills are full of marble before the world blooms with statues.

Literature and Life.

Celia Thaxter. (1835–1894)

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    The summer day was spoiled with fitful storm;
  At night the wind died and the soft rain dropped;
With lulling murmur, and the air was warm,
  And all the tumult and the trouble stopped.

The Nestling Swallows.

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Sad soul, take comfort, nor forget
That sunrise never failed us yet.

The Sunrise never failed us yet.

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Already the dandelions
Are changed into vanishing ghosts.

Already.

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Across the narrow beach we flit,
One little sand-piper and I;

The Sand-piper.

Charles Henry (John Paul) Webb. (1834–1905)

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    Friends I have had both old and young,
And ale we drank and songs we sung:
Enough you know when this is said,
That, one and all, they died in bed.
  In bed they died and I’ll not go
  Where all my friends have perished so.

Dum vivimus vigilamus.

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