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In the depths of my soul I see the gleam Oh! my mind would dismiss it all a dream! If the Presence did my sense illumine Prophets confuse verity for a dream.
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The sky is strewn with batter’d clouds and does The wind care when he moves for something else? Winds of change turn glory of man to ruin Or disgrace,- of whose, the wind never asks. benny
The clever tricks of the trade, you have them, Learn’d as by rote and where will you hide them? If you have come empty of wit and art Know you shall lose none when you pass the gate. benny
Now the New Year rekindles Hope anew But Soul must her lexicon scan for you: There are no such vain phrases as new or old But Silence in which all speech fades from view.