Saturday, April 12, 2008

Starshine 1938

"Courage is but a word, and yet, of words,
The only sentinel of permanence;
The ruddy watch fire of cold winter days,
We steal its comfort, lift our weary swords,
And on. For faith – without it – has no sense;
And love to wind of doubt and tremor sways;
And life for ever quaking marsh must tread.”

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