Have you seen the things I saw,
the hope that lights my eyes?
Have you known I the love I know,
the bright and young sunrise?
Hope is not hope that changes,
Joy not a pool that drains;
I go to find things stronger,
than my passing weakling pains.
Oh give me not words of weariness,
songs of sorrow will change me none,
Let us walk where the joys are many;
and the authors one.
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