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See yonder fire! It is the moon
Slow rising o'er the eastern hill.
It glimmers on the forest tips,
And through the dewy foliage drips
In little rivulets of light,
And makes the heart in love with night.

— 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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