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  • Greatest Love of All Lyrics

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    Whitney Houston

    I believe the children are our are future
    Teach them well and let them lead the way
    Show them all the beauty they possess inside
    Give them a sense of pride to make it easier
    Let the children’s laughter remind us how we used to be
    Everybody searching for a hero
    People need someone to look up to
    I never found anyone to fulfill my needs
    A lonely place to be
    So I learned to depend on me

    I decided long ago, never to walk in anyone’s shadows
    If I fail, if I succeed
    At least I live as I believe
    No matter what they take from me
    They can’t take away my dignity
    Because the greatest love of all
    Is happening to me
    I found the greatest love of all
    Inside of me
    The greatest love of all
    Is easy to achieve
    Learning to love yourself
    It is the greatest love of all

    I believe the children are our future
    Teach them well and let them lead the way
    Show them all the beauty they possess inside
    Give them a sense of pride to make it easier
    Let the children’s laughter remind us how we used to be

    I decided long ago, never to walk in anyone’s shadows
    If I fail, if I succeed
    At least I live as I believe
    No matter what they take from me
    They can’t take away my dignity
    Because the greatest love of all
    Is happening to me
    I found the greatest love of all
    Inside of me
    The greatest love of all
    Is easy to achieve
    Learning to love yourself
    It is the greatest love of all

    And if by chance, that special place
    That you’ve been dreaming of
    Leads you to a lonely place
    Find your strength in love

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  • Fleeing from Love

    By Rumi

    Are you fleeing from Love because of a single humiliation?
    What do you know of Love except the name?
    Love has a hundred forms of pride and disdain,
    and is gained by a hundred means of persuasion.
    Since Love is loyal, it purchases one who is loyal:
    it has no interest in a disloyal companion.
    The human being resembles a tree; its root is a covenant with God:
    that root must be cherished with all one’s might.
    A weak covenant is a rotten root, without grace or fruit.
    Though the boughs and leaves of the date palm are green,
    greenness brings no benefit if the root is corrupt.
    If a branch is without green leaves, yet has a good root,
    a hundred leaves will put forth their hands in the end.

    From: Jewels of Remembrance, Trans. Camille and Kabir Helminski

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  • The Happiest Day

    By Edgar Allen Poe

    The happiest day–the happiest hour
    My seared and blighted heart hath known,
    The highest hope of pride and power,
    I feel hath flown.

    Of power! said I? Yes! such I ween
    But they have vanished long, alas!
    The visions of my youth have been–
    But let them pass.

    And pride, what have I now with thee?
    Another brow may ev’n inherit
    The venom thou hast poured on me–
    Be still my spirit!

    The happiest day–the happiest hour
    Mine eyes shall see–have ever seen,
    The brightest glance of pride and power
    I feel have been:

    But were that hope of pride and power
    Now offered with the pain
    Ev’n then I felt–that brightest hour
    I would not live again:

    For on its wings was dark alloy
    And as it fluttered–fell
    An essence–powerful to destroy
    A soul that knew it well.

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  • Love’s Reality

    By Coventry Patmore

    I WALK, I trust, with open eyes;
    I’ve travelled half my worldly course;
    And in the way behind me lies
    Much vanity and some remorse;
    I’ve lived to feel how pride may part
    Spirits, tho’ matched like hand and glove;
    I’ve blushed for love’s abode, the heart;
    But have not disbelieved in love;
    Nor unto love, sole mortal thing
    Or worth immortal, done the wrong
    To count it, with the rest that sing,
    Unworthy of a serious song;
    And love is my reward: for now,
    When most of dead’ning time complain,
    The myrtle blooms upon my brow,
    Its odour quickens all my brain.

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  • Loss and Gain

     

    By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

    WHEN I compare
    What I have lost with what I have gained,
    What I have missed with what attained,
    Little room do I find for pride.

    I am aware
    How many days have been idly spent;
    How like an arrow the good intent
    Has fallen short or been turned aside.

    But who shall dare
    To measure loss and gain in this wise?
    Defeat may be victory in disguise;
    The lowest ebb is the turn of the tide.

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