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O child! O new-born denizen
Of life's great city! on thy head
The glory of the morn is shed,
Like a celestial benison!
Here at the portal thou dost stand,
And with thy little hand
Thou openest the mysterious gate
Into the future's undiscovered land.

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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We judge ourselves by what we feel capable of doing, while others judge us by what we have already done.

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They are dead; but they live in each Patriot's breast,
And their names are engraven on honor's bright crest.

Thy fate is the common fate of all;
Into each life some rain must fall,
Some days must be dark and dreary.

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Music is the universal language of mankind — poetry their universal pastime and delight.

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Give what you have. To someone, it may be better than you dare to think.

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