That which we had we still possess, Though leaves may drop and stars may fall; No circumstance can make it less Or take it from us, all in all. That which is lost we did not own; We only held it for a day— A leaf by careless breezes blown: No fate could take our own away. I hold it as a changeless law From which no soul can ever sway or swerve, We have that in us which will draw Whate`er we need or most deserve. Even as the magnet to the steel Our souls are to the best desires; The Fates have hearts and they can feel— They know what each true heart requires. We think we lose when most we gain; We call joys ended ere begun; When stars fade out do skies complain, Or glory in the rising sun? No fate could rob us of our own— No circumstance can make it less; What time removes was but a loan, For what was ours we still possess.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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