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He helped the wretch rise to his feetWhen thrice had stumbled he;With a gentle pull on tattered rags,The bondsman made no plea. “Come now, poor soul; I’ll try to lead…”He whispered, almost cried—Yet cloudy orbs of muted thanksWas the wretch’s sole reply. I watched this scene from noisy crowd.The contrast was quite stark:Youth and age […]
The drums are all beat, declaring defeat, before the army might have won. And those who embark to live in the dark see shadows where there are none. Light begets light, and a pale truth of right shall always be what remains;Yet dismal masses in fear always are near And force the righteous gleam to wain. […]
