A Message Came From My Youth Of Vanished Days, Saying, " I Wait For
You Among The Quivering Of Unborn May, Where Smiles Ripen For Tears
And Hours Ache With Songs Unsung."
It Says, "come To Me Across The Worn-out Track Of Age, Through
The Gates Of Death. For Dreams Fade, Hopes Fail, The Fathered
Fruits Of The Year Decay, But I Am The Eternal Truth, And You Shall
Meet Me Again And Again In Your Voyage Of Life From Shore To
Shore."
You Among The Quivering Of Unborn May, Where Smiles Ripen For Tears
And Hours Ache With Songs Unsung."
It Says, "come To Me Across The Worn-out Track Of Age, Through
The Gates Of Death. For Dreams Fade, Hopes Fail, The Fathered
Fruits Of The Year Decay, But I Am The Eternal Truth, And You Shall
Meet Me Again And Again In Your Voyage Of Life From Shore To
Shore."
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