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Shadows (Poem)

Shadows, shadows cast we all,
And they gladden or appall
As on other lives they fall.

Be they good or be they ill
Shadows we are casting still,
And, at first, 'tis as we will

But as pass the years away,
Consequence asserts her sway,
And we may not say her nay.

For each self-fulfilled desire,
Dragging down or raising higher,
Hardeneth as doth a fire.

And the influence we use,
To be neutral doth refuse,
We must either gain or lose.

Let us then, whilst yet we may,
Mould the fashion of life's clay,
That from Truth we may not stray.

So the shadows that we cast,
Ever flitting, flitting past,
Will our refuge prove at last

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