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Are You Willing To Forget What You Have Done For Other People, And To Remember What Other People Have Done For You ... To Remember The Weakness And Loneliness Of People Who Are Growing Old ... Are You Willing To Believe That Love Is The Strongest Ting In The World ... Stronger Than Hate, Stronger Than Evil, Stronger Than Death... Then You Can Keep Christmas! But You Can Never Keep It Alone.

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Are You Willing To

Henry Van Dyke

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Are You Willing To Forget What You Have Done For Other People, And To Remember What Other People Have Done For You ... To Remember The Weakness And Loneliness Of People Who Are Growing Old ... Are You Willing To Believe That Love Is The Strongest Ting In The World ... Stronger Than Hate, Stronger Than Evil, Stronger Than Death... Then You Can Keep Christmas! But You Can Never Keep It Alone.

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The Simple Life Which Blandly Ignores All Care And Conflict, Soon Becomes Flabby And Invertebrate, Sentimental And Gelatinous.

How Fascinating Is Death, The Extinction Of Life. One Moment Here And The Next Gone. The Light Put Out And Only The Empty Bag Of The Body Left.

Oh, London Is A Man's Town, There's Power In The Air; And Paris Is A Woman's Town, With Flowers In Her Hair; And It's Sweet To Dream In Venice, And It's Great To Study Rome; But When It Comes To Living, There Is No Place Like Home.

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Even If We Should Find Another Eden, We Would Not Be Fit To Enjoy It Perfectly Nor Stay In It Forever.

Let Me But Find It In My Heart To Say, When Vagrant Wishes Beckon Me Astray, "this Is My Work; My Blessing, Not My Doom; Of All Who Live, I Am The One By Whom This Work Can Best Be Done In The Right Way."

Count Not The Cost Of Honour To The Dead!the Tribute That A Mighty Nation Paysto Those Who Loved Her Well In Former Daysmeans More Than Gratitude For Glories Fled;for Every Noble Man That She Hath Bred,lives In The Bronze And Marble That We Raise,immortalised By Art's Immortal Praise,to Lead Our Sons As He Our Fathers Led.

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This Is The Soldier Brave Enough To Tellthe Glory-dazzled World That "war Is Hell":lover Of Peace, He Looks Beyond The Strife,and Rides Through Hell To Save His Country's Life.

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