...rings true. It speaks to the heart. It leads the way "o'er moor and fen. o'er peak and crag " Read it. OPPORTUNITY BY WALTER MALONE. They do me wrong who...deaf and dumb ; My judgments seal the dead past with the dead But never bind a moment yet to come. Though deep in mire, wring not your hands and weep ;...

...wane ; Each night I burn the records of the day, At Sunrise every soul is born again. Laugh like u boy at splendors that have sped, To vanished joys...judgments seal the dead past with its dead, But never bind a moment yet to come. Though deep in mire, wring not your hands and weep, I lend my arm to all...

...of the day — At sunrise every soul is born again 1 Laugh like a boy at splendors that have fled; To vanished joys be blind and deaf and dumb; My judgments seal the dead past with its dead, But never bind a moment yet to come. Tho deep in mire, wring not your hands and weep; I_lend my arm to all who...

...that offers his hand, Like Moses from Pisgah— a peep at the land! — Washington Irving. OPPORTUNITY They do me wrong who say I come no more. When once...judgments seal the dead past with its dead, But never bind a moment yet to come. — Judge Walter Malone. HEREIN IS LOVE Herein is love; to lift another's...

...knock and fail to find you in, For every day I stand outside your door And bid you wake, and rise and fight and win. Wail not for precious chances passed...judgments seal the dead past with its dead, But never bind a moment yet to come. Though deep in mire, wring not your hands and weep; I lend my arm to all...

...once I knock and fail to find you in ; For every day I stand outside your door And bid you wake to rise to fight and win. Wail not for precious chances...judgments seal the dead past with its dead But never bind a moment yet to come. Tho' deep in mire, wring not your hands and weep ; I lend my arm to all...

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...outside your door, And bid you wake, and rise to fight and win. Wail not for precious chances past away, Weep not for golden ages on the wane! Each night...judgments seal the dead past with its dead, But never bind a moment yet to come. Though deep in mire, wring not your hands and weep ; I lend my arm to all...

...fight and win. Wail not for precious chances passed away. Weep not for golden ages on the wane! Kach night I burn the records of the day; At sunrise every...judgments seal the dead past with its dead, But never bind a moment yet to come. Though deep in mire, wring not your hands and weep; I lend my arm to all...

...day; At sunrise every soul is born again. Laugh like a boy at splendors that have sped, To vanquished joys be blind and deaf and dumb; My judgments seal the dead past with its dead, But never bind a moment yet to come. Though deep in mire, wring not your hands and weep; I lend my arm to all...