“Life“ |
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Let me but live my life from year to year, | |
With forward face and unreluctant soul; | |
Not hurrying to, nor turning from the goal; | |
Not mourning for the things that disappear | |
In the dim past, nor holding back in fear | |
From what the future veils; but with a whole | |
And happy heart, that pays its toll | |
To Youth and Age, and travels on with cheer. | |
So let the way wind up the hill or down, | |
O’er rough or smooth, the journey will be joy: | |
Still seeking what I sought when but a boy, | |
New friendship, high adventure, and a crown, | |
My heart will keep the courage of the quest, | |
And hope the road’s last turn will be the best. | |
— Written by: Henry Van Dyke | |
[In my journal, this poem was titled: “The Zest of Life” — KMAB] | |
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The Journey Will Be Joy
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