Hope

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Our lives, discoloured with our present woes,
May still grow white and shine with happier hours.
So the pure limped stream, when foul with stains
Of rushing torrents and descending rains,
Works itself clear, and as it runs refines,
till by degrees the floating mirror shines;
Reflects each flower that on the border grows,
And a new heaven in it's fair bosom shows.
Thursday, April 15, 2010
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COMMENTS
Suryendu Chaudhury 11 October 2020
A pertinent note of inspiration that bears the essence of essentialism.
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Alison mujati 29 March 2020
A good classic one, a little backplay
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paul amrod 05 March 2020
A beautifully sensitive poem of Nature!
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Ruta Mohapatra 05 March 2020
Beautiful! So, nobody should despair! A great poem of the day!
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Kumarmani Mahakul 05 March 2020
Hope for new heaven a beautiful poem has been inscribed by Joseph Addison.
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Ramesh T A 05 March 2020
Woes will turn into happier hours bringing heaven bright for all to breathe better! nice one read on!
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Sharad Wonem 05 March 2020
I absolutely adore men. I am in an intense relationship with my dad at the moment. We are planning on adoption
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Luca Morris 05 March 2020
i also im gay and fit looking for single woman
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Finlay Cradock 05 March 2020
I listen to this whilst applying me makeup
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Sharad Wonem 05 March 2020
A wonderful imagery of life itself. Hope is a raft we row in the ocean of life. The rolling and coiling waves are but the vicissitudes of life. Love the comment of Besma Dziri. Nicely said!
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Luca Morris 05 March 2020
my balls itch and there's bumps on them how do i stop the itching
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