I said unto myself, if I were dead, What would befall these children? What would be Their fate, who now are looking up to me For help and furtherance? Their lives, I said, Would be a volume wherein I have read But the first chapters, and no longer see To read the rest of their dear [history]1, So full of beauty and so full of dread. Be comforted; the world is very old, And generations pass, as they have passed, A troop of shadows moving with the sun; Thousands of times has the old tale been told; The world belongs to those who come the last, They will find hope and strength as we have done.
1 Blom: "hist'ry"
- by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807 - 1882), "A shadow" [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
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- by Diana Blom , "A shadow", 2018 [ tenor and piano ], from Portrait of America, no. 3, Wirripang Publishing [sung text checked 1 time]
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