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Survival (Poem)

Nothing shall be wasted; everything that's true
Liveth on forever, mighty deeds to do;
Though the form may vanish, in a little space,
Something fairer, fresher, cometh in its place.

Autumn leaves must wither that the merry spring,
Strong, and bright, and youthful, her new leaves may bring;
This year's hope to many younger hopes gives birth,
Ere she spreads her wings and flies away from earth.

Let us then take courage! though all seem to die,
'Tis to clear the way for joys more fair and high;
From th' unsightly ashes upward yet shall soar
Flame of life intenser, purer than before.

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C. Dyke

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