Wonderful Quote

"I mourn no more my vanished years;

Beneath a tender rain,

An April rain of smiles and tears,

My heart is young again.

The west-winds blow, and, singing low,

I hear the glad streams run;

The windows of my soul I throw

Wide open to the sun.

No longer forward nor behind

I look in hope or fear;

But, grateful, take the good I find,

The best of now and here."

- John Greenleaf Whittier

excerpt from My Psalm

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