Resting on the slope of a summer field
A youth gazes upwardly at nomadic clouds
The sun's almond light to them must yield
As a westerly breeze eases away mental clouds
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There's hope that sleeps in his inward chest.....
Waiting for the fingers of luck to gentle caress him awake
And the sleeping lion in him shall then battle fated unrest
Exalting in joy of obstacles overcome, for he shall readily forsake
The daydreams shall to frenzy activity turn
And he shall art of living learn! !
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There's hope that sleeps in his inward chest..... Waiting for the fingers of luck to gentle caress him awake And the sleeping lion in him shall then battle fated unrest Exalting in joy of obstacles overcome, for he shall readily forsake The daydreams shall to frenzy activity turn And he shall art of living learn! !