Through the mist of early morning|
As the day dissolves the night
There stands a lonely figure
Called the Keeper of the Light
Her torch shines on eternally
With majesty so rare
I catch my breath and realize
I'd forgotten she was there
She never tires of standing
Through weather fierce or fair
And she bows her head to no one;
Steadfast with nostrils flared
Her beauty's beyond measure
Defying human terms
She's ready to do battle
With a passion never spurned
One arm is raised in triumph
Through the bittersweet dark night
She stands for all who've been brought low
She's the Keeper of the Light
Karen Shaw Matteson
The harder the conflict, the more glorious the triumph.
What we obtain too cheap, we esteem too lightly;
it is dearness only that gives everything its value.
I love the man that can smile in trouble, that can gather
strength from distress and grow brave by reflection.
'Tis the business of little minds to shrink;
but he whose heart is firm,
and whose conscience approves his conduct,
will pursue his principles unto death."
-~ Thomas Paine
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"Softly and Tenderley" midi from The Assemblage~Classical Edition