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Fear grows in darkness; if you think there's a bogeyman around, turn on the light.
Fear grows in darkness; if you think there's a bogeyman around, turn on the light.
Truly, it is in darkness that one finds the light, so when we are in sorrow, then this light is read more
Truly, it is in darkness that one finds the light, so when we are in sorrow, then this light is nearest of all to us.
Lo! darkness bends down like a mother of grief
On the limitless plain, and the fall of her hair
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Lo! darkness bends down like a mother of grief
On the limitless plain, and the fall of her hair
It has mantled a world.
I would hurl words into this darkness and wait for an echo, and if an echo sounded, no matter how read more
I would hurl words into this darkness and wait for an echo, and if an echo sounded, no matter how faintly, I would send other words to tell, to march, to fight, to create a sense of hunger for life that gnaws in us all.
And out of darkness came the hands that reach thro' nature, moulding men.
And out of darkness came the hands that reach thro' nature, moulding men.
Darkness cannot drive out darkness: only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate: only love can do that.
Darkness cannot drive out darkness: only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate: only love can do that.
The waves were dead; the tides were in their grave,
The Moon, their Mistress, had expired before;
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The waves were dead; the tides were in their grave,
The Moon, their Mistress, had expired before;
The winds were wither'd in the stagnant air,
And the clouds perish'd; darkness had no need
Of aid from them--she was the Universe.
Yet from those flames
No light, but rather darkness visible.
Yet from those flames
No light, but rather darkness visible.
Or, if there were a sympathy in choice,
War, death, or sickness did lay siege to it,
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Or, if there were a sympathy in choice,
War, death, or sickness did lay siege to it,
Making it momentany as a sound,
Swift as a shadow, short as any dream,
Brief as the lightning in the collied night,
That, in a spleen, unfolds both heaven and earth,
And ere a man hath power to say 'Behold!'
The jaws of darkness do devour it up:
So quick bright things come to confusion.