Retrospect Poem by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle

Retrospect

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There is a better thing, dear heart,
Than youthful flush or girlish grace.
There is the faith that never fails,
The courage in the danger place,
The duty seen, and duty done,
The heart that yearns for all in need,
The lady soul which could not stoop
To selfish thought or lowly deed.
All that we ever dreamed, dear wife,
Seems drab and common by the truth,
The sweet sad mellow things of life
Are more than golden dreams of youth.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Bill Wright 27 October 2016

I like this, a sweet little poem.

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Fabrizio Frosini 26 August 2016

'' All that we ever dreamed, dear wife, Seems drab and common by the truth, '' - ''Anything that can be destroyed by the truth should be.'' [P. C. Hodgell] :)

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