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Dreaming and Doing
The poet sang of patience;
  So sweet seemed the song to me,
I vowed that never the hasty word
  Should my guarded lips set free.

But alas for human fraility,
  Alas for a vexing day;
Ere the shadows fell, the impatient word
  Had on mischief sped away.

But I knew a gentle woman,
  Who was patient all day long;
Whose smile was bright with a heavenly light,
  Whose life was one sweet song.

The queen of my early childhood
  With her crown of waving hair,
Lived out the dreams of a poet soul
  In a cadence of beauty rare.

Oh sweet, angelic spirit,
  We would humbly learn of you:
We love to dream our beautiful dreams,
  You lived to make them true.

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