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But silver and gold are fragile,
Glimpses of non-existent joy
Clutched by man's desperate fingers,
Wrested from him by reality.
Man is made to wander alone--
Ever striving, ever failing,
Blind to the torrent before him.
And amused, God leans back and smiles.

One day the mists are swept away.
This smiling God is the tyrant
That has deceived and misled man,
The cruel fate that has crushed him,
Man's first and greatest enemy.
Yet also all the hope there is,
All joy and beauty that can be,
He gives man all there is to give--
Himself, the truth, man's destiny.

Wanda Stine

DREAMS

Time can be an aging thing
That turns our dreams to dust:
Time can take the gleam away
And let in hungry rust.

Miles can make the difference
'Tween dreams that live and die;
Miles can be a stealthy thing
That lets dreams dormant lie.

But dreams can still live onward, in love
Although we are apart;
They live when they are wrapped

And thrive within the heart.

Pamela Wolfe

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