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White sail upon the ocean verge,
Just crimsoned by the setting sun,
Thou hast thy port beyond the surge,
Thy happy homeward course to run
And winged hope, with heart of fire,
To gain the bliss of thy desire.

— William Winter

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Ambition has but one reward for all:
A little power, a little transient fame,
A grave to rest in, and a fading name.

When will the dead world cease to dream,
When will the morning break?

His love was like the liberal air,—
Embracing all, to cheer and bless;
And every grief that mortals share
Found pity in his tenderness.

Though all the bards of earth were dead,
And all their music passed away,
What Nature wishes should be said
She’ll find the rightful voice to say.

Life is arched with changing skies:
Rarely are they what they seem:
Children we of smiles and sighs—
Much we know, but more we dream.

Light and Shadow. in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922)

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