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From naked stones of agony
I will build a house for me;
As a mason all alone
I will raise it, stone by stone,
And every stone where I have bled
Will show a sign of dusky red.
I have not gone the way in vain,
For I have good of all my pain;
My spirit’s quiet house will be
Built of naked stones I trod
On roads where I lost sight of God.

 

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I wish for such a lot of things
That never will come true —
And yet I want them all so much
I think they might, don’t you?

I want a little kitty-cat
That’s soft and tame and sweet,
And every day I watch and hope
I’ll find one in the street.

But nursie says, “Come, walk along,
“Don’t stand and stare like that” —
I’m only looking hard and hard
To try to find my cat.

And then I want a blue balloon
That tries to fly away,
I thought if I wished hard enough
That it would come some day.

One time when I was in the park
I knew that it would be
Beside the big old clock at home
A-waiting there for me —

And soon as we got home again,
I hurried thro’ the hall,
And looked beside the big old clock —
It wasn’t there at all.

I think I’ll never wish again —
But then, what shall I do?
The wishes are a lot of fun
Altho’ they don’t come true.

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