- They do me wrong who say I come no more
- When once I knock and fail to find you in;
- For every day I stand outside your door
- And bid you wake, and rise to fight and win.
- Wail not for precious chances passed away!
- Weep not for golden ages on the wane!
- Each night I burn the records of the day--
- At sunrise every soul is born again!
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- Art thou a mourner? Rouse thee from thy spell;
- Art thou a sinner? Sins may be forgiven;
- Each morning gives thee wings to flee from hell,
- Each night a star to guide thy feet to heaven.
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- Laugh like a boy at splendors that have sped,
- To vanished joys be blind and deaf and dumb;
- My judgments seal the dead past with its dead,
- But never bind a moment yet to come.
- Though deep in mire, wring not your hands and weep;
- I lend my arm to all who say "I can!"
- No shame-faced outcast ever sank so deep
- But yet might rise and be again a man!
when i look around, sometimes makes me wondering, what's yours, what's mine, how can it be? how can we be so different? and the other unanswered question keep coming. look up and see how great is Our Creator. (personal courtesy) then when i look up above, makes me realize and wondering, who am i, who am i, that the Creator of all, the One who give name to the stars, the One that can do anything, still love me anyway? still pouring down many favor and goodness for me? how can it be? how can i forget this fact? i should numbers all the goodness in me, free fresh air, free 24 hours a day, free sunrise, family, friends, true friends, home, love, faith, activities, school, work to do, gadget, trust to keep, eyes to see, ears to hear, .. .. .. ... ... .... ... ... .... even a fact that i can smile everyday . . . it is always enough for me to just count it all, c o u n t i t a l l .. more than enough helping me forget all the
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