Classic Poem

Good Will

As the strong sweet light of the morning,
As the strong sweet air of the sea,
As the strong sweet music of the wind among the leaves
Comes the voice of our good will to a weary world that grieves,
Crying " Be glad! Be free! "

Waste no sorrow on the days that lie behind you,
Waste no fear upon the days that rise before,
Waste no time in fierce complaining that the world is thus and so,
The world is ours my brothers, and we make it as we go
Make it more and more

Truth is shining in our souls like the morning,
Power is swelling within us like the sea,
Love is rising like a mighty wind that sweeps disease away
Love that shall be in the future, love that is, that is today,
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