Poetry
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We speak with the lip, and we dream in the soul,
Of some better and fairer day;
And our days, the meanwhile, to that golden goal
Are gliding and sliding away.
Now the world becomes old, now it is young,
But " The Better " is ever the word on the tongue.
And it is not a dream of a fancy proud,
With a fool for its dull begetter;
There's a voice at the heart that proclaims aloud —
" We are born for a something Better! "
And that Voice of the Heart, oh, ye may believe,
Will never the Hope of the Soul deceive!
"Friedrich Schiller" 2 replies
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