In spite of war, in spite of death,
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In spite of all man's sufferings,
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Something within me laughs and sings
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And I must praise with all my breath.
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In spite of war, in spite of hate
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Lilacs are blooming at my gate,
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Tulips are tripping down the path
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In spite of war, in spite of wrath.
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"Courage!" the morning-glory saith;
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"Rejoice!" the daisy murmureth,
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And just to live is so divine
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When pansies lift their eyes to mine.
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The clouds are romping with the sea,
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And flashing waves call back to me
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That naught is real but what is fair,
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That everywhere and everywhere
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A glory liveth through despair.
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Though guns may roar and cannon boom,
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Roses are born and gardens bloom;
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My spirit still may light its flame
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At that same torch whence poppies came.
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Where morning's altar whitely burns
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Lilies may lift their silver urns
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In spite of war, in spite of shame.
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And in my ear a whispering breath,
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"Wake from the nightmare! Look and see
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That life is naught but ecstasy
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In spite of war, in spite of death!"
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very nicely written!!
Great poem!