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First Snow

First Snow

                 By morning's light, the world, robed in feathers clear and white, does appear to awakening eyes. Every twig and branch, every leaf and sprig of grass is encased in crystal and white. Lightly drifting, softly floating, it rises, Gentle yet mighty, it falls softly, yet slowly rising and building, a wall made of feathers, built of snowflakes a million strong. For miles, spread beneath the cold winter sun, it glitters and gleams, blinding to the eyes, like acres of diamonds, a glittering strand of inumerable prisms. Mantling the world in white, settling gently upon the needles of the pine and resting softly over the branches of the oak, it falls, settling on the lashes and brushing the cheeks of little children, come out to witness the first snowfall.

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Happiness

Happiness does not dwell on flat ground, where ease prevails. It lives on the crests of craggy mountain peaks, in the nooks of valleys secret and green, a mystic shadow, flitting and fleeing at any approach. The path is long, the way is perilous, yet on the summit of a craggy peak is found happiness more sublime than the swiftest flight across flat ground

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On a Sea Wild and Stormtoss'D

On a Sea Wild and Stormtoss'd
Once, on a sea wild and stormtoss'd, two boats were flung, no sure hand at their helm, no guide to steer, they at the mercy of every wave lashing. Oft storms flung them apart, but ever they came to drift together again, side by side. The sea, dark and angry, strove to separate them, but only in vain, for across the waves of the sea wild and stormtoss'd, the two boats always came, eschewing the company of lordly frigates, swift sailboats, and sleek packets, that together they might drift; until into a calm and serene port they both entered, and upon the calm water there, the two boats were at rest. Was it only chance that drove them to this port calm and serene, or was it God who guided two little boats, to meet in this habor of serenity, across the wild and stormtoss'd sea?

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Conqueror of Death

O death, where is thy sting? O grave, where is thy victory?
					1 Cor. 15:55
1 Dread conqueror! Destroyer of all, 
Thou---the king who conquers every king
Thou---restrained by no wall
Thee a captive none shall bring

2 Swords 'gainst thine armor are shattered
Against thee can none prevail 
At thy word are armies scattered
and all the emperor's might shall fail.

3 Before thee, Death, are all things laid low.
All that breathe, birds and beasts, and men 
Become a feast for worm, raven, and crow.
Of all time, since Adam's fall, this hath been.

4 Of all that is in earth, thou art the undisputed ruler, 
Ages change thee not, nor years hold sway.
To thy dominion there can be no challenger 
None can escape from thee, though vainly seek a way.

5 Frail children of men, all before thee fall
Rosy-cheeked maidens and youths carefree
On emperor and slave descends the pall
Dread lord, who fells men as an axeman fells the tree!

6 O Death, long hast thou sat upon thy dark throne,
Thine armies bringing countless captives to thee,
While thy thanes, pale phantoms, go forth alone
To take of earth all that's best of light and beauty. 

7 But look, O Death, from thy darkened hall
Look and behold, thy vanquisher is come
It is Him who comes to break thy thrall
He is of all the hopes of men the sum.

8 Mighty God in the form of man, He is come, 
To be by friends betrayed, deliver'd to die, crucified
for the sins of man, which first bid thee welcome. 
Upon Calvary, the world's Savior bled and died.

9 Horrid thy triumph, Death
The Savior is laid lifeless in the tomb
But in the garden, on the morn of the Sabbath
Thy chains are broken, spoken is thy doom

10 Though soldiers stood guard before
All thine armies could not hold Him
Though a stone sealed the door
Broken is thy power, so vast, fell, and grim

11 For the stone is rolled away, 
The shroud is forsaken, the tomb is  empty
For all thy might could not keep Him prey
Who is come to break thy curse, and set men free.

12 Thou art cast from thy throne, Death
For there is a Conqueror greater than thee, 
Whom we shall see, when ceases our breath 
For thy kingdom is consumed in the Savior's victory.

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Dead Flowers

Ah, dead flowers, I weep for you! All your leaves brown, your stems broken and dead. Soon the frost will come, all that is left of ye who once so gloriously bloomed, is done, the last tender bud black and crisp, Ah dead flowers, I weep for you! Winter comes, summer is past, death is coming. The wind whistles, the branches of the weeping willow rattle like the bones of old skeletons on a long death-march to the grave, the sky is gray and bleak. Soon all will be white with snow, ah, dead flowers, I weep for you! Under a blanket white and cold, feathery soft, you will sleep, a long rest. The winter will pass---sleep little flowers, for the spring soon will come, all will now die, but to be reborn. Ah, dead flowers, I rejoice for you!

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Language

Language
                                                     
  Language may be a friend or a foe, 
   it is our duty to make it a friend.

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Violets In Spring

As winter spring follows
I see appear in the hollows
Violets' blue faces
Found in secret places

 In shadowed nook, 
 By the bending of the brook
At foot of the mighty tree
Or strewn on the lee

 Maiden flowers shy
Growing upturned to the sky
Of faithfulness they declare, 
These timid flowers fair

 With delicacy they always charm,
With beauty the heart they ever warm
For a violet in the spring
Is an immortal thing

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The Isle of the Dead

1 A land forlorn, 
in dark enclosed.
Cold and silent it lies, 
The land where no wind blows. 

2 Red shines the moon
And gray is the grass. 
Dark are the rocks 
That like teeth ring the silent shore. 

3 Silent creep the shades, 
Who like the fog do go.
The ground gives back 
No sound of their footfalls
For there is no sound--- 
No sound at all
In the Isle of the Dead. 

4 Bloody is the moonlight
And cruel is the grass that strangles. 
Terrible are the dark rocks 
That like  fangs line the dismal shore. 

5 Here my love went astray from me,
Here in silence trapped, gone away.
In darkness I rove and cry;
But no answer returns to me. 

6 Silent creep the shades, 
No sound they make, all passing me
And among them my love I see, 
And I cry to him to hear, to see 

7 But silent he passes me
For in that land, they can neither hear nor see
There is no sound---
No sound at all
In the Isle of the Dead.

8 A land forlorn, 
in dark enclosed.
Cold and silent it lies, 
A land where no wind blows---
The Isle of the Dead.