<div class="text-justify">There is an emotion, the same love that flies on the waves of your view, you are the imagination and the beauty that comes out with the sun and becomes a romantic connection between the night and the moon. Memories and passion move the boundaries of the future that we create in our fairy tale and wake me up with the next sign of the star.
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We are on the path of love and feeling, we build worlds with digital connections that are creative and emotional. We have made a new path of emotion and love that becomes the dominant thought that creates circles of positive energy, we fly with stars in the scented fields of miraculous thoughts.
We sit at the source of the finest media and information and seek happiness and comfort in the gentle love we are dreaming about, the old way of romance disappeared, but a new generation of quick love appeared. You have remained in your memories somewhere, tears have become the truth that hurts us
Something new and great comes with waves of change that pass through the gates of time, the storm of emotional reality brings us feelings that are close and fun to us. The principles of sincerity are not voluntary in the world of crazy courage, you find the exit in hidden secrets that have not become true. </div>
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Image Source: Pixabay.com Image by <a href="https://pixabay.com/users/larisa-k-1107275/?utm_source=link-attribution&utm_medium=referral&utm_campaign=image&utm_content=276014">Larisa Koshkina</a> from <a href="https://pixabay.com//?utm_source=link-attribution&utm_medium=referral&utm_campaign=image&utm_content=276014">Pixabay</a> In the vast expanse of darkness deep, A spark of light, its secrets to keep. A tiny flicker, fragile and small, Yet holds the power to enlighten all. From depths unknown, it finds its way, A beacon of hope, in the darkest day. A glimmer of brilliance, cutting through night, A guiding star, shining ever bright. Oh, spark of light, so pure and true, Your presence awakens a world anew. A flame of hope, that never dies, Igniting dreams, reaching for the skies. In hearts and minds, you find your place, A spark of inspiration, in every space. A symbol of courage, a source of might, A spark of light, illuminating the night.
 In a world where feline and canine reside, A tale of friendship and mischief does confide. The cat and dog, an unlikely pair, With paws in motion and hearts laid bare. Oh, the cat, so sleek and sly, With eyes like emeralds, and curiosity high. She prowls through the night with stealthy grace, Leaping and darting, embracing her chase. But amidst the shadows, a bark does ring, A dog approaches with a wag and a swing. With a heart so loyal and tail a-wag, He seeks companionship, not to brag. The dog, a creature of warmth and cheer, With fur so shaggy, and eyes so sincere. He bounds through the fields with boundless glee, Chasing his dreams, wild and free. They meet at the fence, a meeting of minds, Curiosity blooms, intertwining their binds. The cat arches her back, so proud and grand, The dog wags his tail, extending a paw so grand. Together they roam, exploring the world, Through meadows and forests, their dreams unfurled. The cat with her grace, the dog with his might, They conquer new realms, day and night. In moments of play, their spirits entwined, A dance of mischief, a symphony aligned. The cat pounces lightly, the dog gives chase, Through laughter and joy, they find their own space. And when the moon casts its silver glow, The cat curls up, while the dog lies low. Side by side, they share dreams in rest, A testament to friendship's very best. For in this tale of cat and dog, We learn the power of love, not a cog. Through differences, they find harmony's core, Teaching us all, we can do so much more. So let us embrace, both cat and dog, In unity, finding purpose through fog. For in their companionship, a lesson unfolds, That in friendship's embrace, we all find gold.
 A drop of rain falling from the sky, if caught on the hand, is worthy of knitting, but if it falls into the gutter, its dignity is so degraded that it is not even worth washing one's feet. Not worth it.... If the same drop falls on the hot pan Existence ceases, it perishes. If it falls on a lotus leaf, it sparkles like a pearl, and if it falls on an oyster, it becomes a real pearl... Thempa is the same, but his existence, his credit, his reputation depends on who he will be in company with...!
장미는 사랑과 아름다움의 상징 꽃잎은 부드럽고 향긋하다. 색상이 밝고 다양합니다. 그 가시는 날카롭고 방어적이다 사랑은 기쁨과 연결의 느낌입니다 그 따뜻함은 위로와 치유 그 깊이는 무한하고 신비롭다 그 도전은 힘들고 보람이 있습니다 장미와 사랑은 공통점이 많다 둘 다 관심과 관심이 필요합니다 그들은 시간이 지남에 따라 성장하고 꽃을 피운다 둘 다 손길로 상처를 입히고 치유할 수 있습니다. 장미와 사랑은 소중히 간직해야 할 선물 그들은 둘 다 우리의 하루를 밝게 할 수 있습니다 둘 다 우리가 더 나아지도록 영감을 줄 수 있습니다. 둘 다 우리의 삶을 더 의미 있게 만들 수 있습니다.
নমস্কার/আদাব/আসসালামু আলাইকুম আমি @shipracha , বাংলাদেশ <div class="text-justify"> “আমার বাংলা ব্লগের“বন্ধুরা সবাই কেমন আছেন? আশা করি সবাই ভাল আছেন ।আমি ও ভগবানের অশেষ ক্পায় ভাল আছি । প্রতিদিনের মত আজকে আমি নতুন একটি পোস্ট নিয়ে হাজির হয়েছি । আশা করি আমার কবিতাটি আপনাদের ভাল লাগবে ।সবাইকে আন্তরিক শুভেচ্ছা জানিয়ে আজকের ব্লগটি শুরু করছি। চেষ্টা করেছি নিজের মত সুন্দর করে লেখার , কবিতায় ছন্দগুলো যেন কবিতাকে সৌন্দর্য মন্ডিত করে তুলতে পারে ।</div> .png) # <center>"নিন্দুকের ছায়া"</center> <center>*ঘরেতে ছিদ্র মোর তাতেই প্রতিবেশির পদধূলি, দু-পা এগোতেই পাঁচ পা পিছিয়ে আনাচে-কানাচে নিন্দুকবাসী।* *তোমার মেয়ে কি করে গো- নিন্দুকের নিত্যনতুন ভাষা, মেয়ে আমার করে না কিছু তবুও সে মোর আঁধারের আশা।* *মা কহে- শোণ মা..... নিন্দুক তোমায় কি কহিবে কান দিবিনা তাতে, সংকল্প তোমার উপরেই রাখো যাক না সূর্য পাতে।* *দীর্ঘশ্বাসের অনিয়মের মাঝেও প্রতিজ্ঞার তরুণি অনড় রাখিবে, নিন্দুকের ছায়া যদি নাহি থাকিতে মা, তোমার ভুল খুঁজিতো কে…..* *তাই তো কবি কহে-- নিন্দুকেরে বাসি আমি সবার চেয়ে ভালো যুগ জনমের বন্ধু আমার আঁধার ঘরের আলো।*</center> # <center>সমাপ্ত</center> ***আপনাদের যদি আমার কবিতাটি ভালো লাগে তাহলে কমেন্ট করে জানাবেন ।আজকের মত এখানেই শেষ করছি। পরবর্তীতে আপনাদের সাথে অন্য কোন বিষয় নতুন লেখা নিয়ে হাজির হব । সে পর্যন্ত সবাই ভালো থাকুন সুস্থ থাকুক এই প্রত্যাশায় ।***  *** <center> **[VOTE](https://steemitwallet.com/~witnesses) @bangla.witness as witness** [](https://steemitwallet.com/~witnesses) **OR** </center> **[SET](https://steemitwallet.com/~witnesses) @rme as your proxy** <center> [](https://steemitwallet.com/~witnesses) </center>
["নমস্কার/আদাব/আসসালামু আলাইকুম" আমি @shipracha , বাংলাদেশ।](https://steemit.com/submit.html?category=hive-129948) <div class="text-justify"> “আমার বাংলা ব্লগের“বন্ধুরা সবাই কেমন আছেন? আশা করি সবাই ভাল আছেন ।আমি ও ভগবানের অশেষ ক্পায় ভাল আছি । প্রতিদিনের মত আজকে আমি নতুন একটি পোস্ট নিয়ে হাজির হয়েছি । আশা করি আমার কবিতাটি আপনাদের ভাল লাগবে ।সবাইকে আন্তরিক শুভেচ্ছা জানিয়ে আজকের ব্লগটি শুরু করছি। মানুষ স্বপ্ন দেখতে ভালবাসে হউক সেটা বাস্তব আর হউক সেটা কাল্পনিক ।আমরা স্বপ্ন দেখতে ভালবাসি ,আর স্বপ্নের মাঝে অনেক সময় হারিয়ে সেই কল্পনা রাজ্য। আজ আমি সেই রূপকথা রাজ্য হারিয়ে যাওয়া এক বালিকা কল্পনাতীত স্বপ্নের বিভোর থাকা আমার “রুপকথা “ কবিতায় তা প্রকাশ করবো ।</div>  # <center>“রূপকথা “</center> *<center>১৮-১৯ বছরের শান্ত মেয়েটা মুখে বুলি ফুটিয়েছে 'ভালোবাসি'। জেদের অভিমানে রাগ করতে শিখছে, শিখেছে নিজের চেহারাটা, বার বার আয়নায় ধরতে। চোখে গাঢ় কাজল, পায়ে নূপুরের ছন্দ, ডাইরি ভর্তি অসত্য স্বপ্ন, যেন সে নিস্তব্ধ প্রাচীরে বন্দী, যেন সে কৃষ্ণের প্রেমে মাতোয়ারা, সুর বেসুরে হঠাৎ গানের তাল-মাতাল হাওয়া। হঠাৎই মনে বেজে ওঠে ছন্দছাড়া , খামখেয়ালির ছাই-পাশ দু-একটা কবিতা, ধূসর ধূসর নীলাভ অক্ষরে , তুলতে চায় কবিতার ছন্দ। কখনো বা বেসুরো শব্দ দূষনের গান। কিন্তু বিধাতার রাজ্যে যে, সুখ কিংবা সুখের আঙ্খাকা নিতান্তই কম। তবুও সে যেন কল্পনাতেই সুখী , কল্পনাতেই বিভোর, নিদ্রাহীন। হয়তো সে বাস্তবতার শিখরের সাথে মিশতে অভ্যস্ত নয়, নয় আসক্ত, তবুও কালবৈশাখীর কালো আসরে তার রুপকথার গল্প সমাপ্ত।</center>* # <center>সমাপ্ত</center> ***এই ছিল আমার রূপকথা কবিতাটি ।আজকের মত এখানেই শেষ করছি। পরবর্তীতে আপনাদের সাথে অন্য কোন বিষয় নতুন লেখা নিয়ে হাজির হব । সে পর্যন্ত সবাই ভালো থাকুন সুস্থ থাকুক এই প্রত্যাশায় ।***  *** <center> **[VOTE](https://steemitwallet.com/~witnesses) @bangla.witness as witness** [](https://steemitwallet.com/~witnesses) **OR** </center> **[SET](https://steemitwallet.com/~witnesses) @rme as your proxy** <center> [](https://steemitwallet.com/~witnesses) </center>
নমস্কার/আদাব/আসসালামু আলাইকুম আমি @shipracha , বাংলাদেশ <div class="text-justify"> “আমার বাংলা ব্লগের“বন্ধুরা সবাই কেমন আছেন? আশা করি সবাই ভাল আছেন ।আমি ও ভগবানের অশেষ ক্পায় ভাল আছি । প্রতিদিনের মত আজকে আমি নতুন একটি পোস্ট নিয়ে হাজির হয়েছি । <br> সবাই চাই নিজের জ্ঞান , সৃজনশীলতা ,মেধা, কাজে লাগিয়ে” আমার বাংলা ব্লগ” কমিনিটিতে নতুন কিছু দিতে।আমার বাংলা ব্লগ কমিনিটিতে এসে অনেক কিছু শিখলাম আর আর শিখার মাধ্যমে নিজের মধ্য নতুন কিছু করাব জন্য সব সময় চেস্টা করে যাচ্ছি । আমি যে এভাবে কবিতা লিখে পোস্ট করব ,আগে কখন ও ভাবিনি ।কবিতা লিখে সবার সামনে প্রকাশ করা এক মাত্র সুযোগ করে দিছে এই আমার বাংলা ব্লগ। নিজের মনের ভাব প্রকাশ ও নিজের মাতৃভাষা প্রকাশ করা এক মাত্র মাধ্যম আমার প্রিয় “আমার বাংলা ব্লগ”ভাল লাগে কাজ করতে ,ভাল নিজের অনুভুতি গুলো প্রকাশ করতে ।  [সোর্স]( https://pixabay.com/images/id-2568954/ ) চেষ্টা করি সব সময় সুন্দর কবিতা লেখার ।আমার কবিতা নাম **“শিশির”**প্রিয় মানুষ সব সময় মনের অন্তরালে থাকে । ভালবাসা টা সকাল বেলা শিশির সাথে তুলনা করছি । শিশির ভেজা পানি প্রতিদিন পরতে পরতে মাঝে মাঝে মনে জঙ ধরে ।মানে কখন ও মান অভিমান হয় প্রেমিক ও প্রেমিকা মধ্য ,আমার কবিতায় তাই প্রকাশ করতে চেয়েছি ।আশা করি আমার কবিতাটি আপনাদের ভাল লাগবে ।সবাইকে আন্তরিক শুভেচ্ছা জানিয়ে আজকের ব্লগটি শুরু করছি।</div> ## <center>"শিশির" </center> *<center>নরম ফর্সা সকালে এক কাপ চায়ের মতোই তুমি প্রিয় আমার কাছে। সকালটা না- রাতেই মতোই নই, সেই গেরুয়া নিরবতার দখলে। চারিদিকটা কেমন জানি- দূর্বাঘাসের শিশিরে ভরা। আমাদের ভেজা প্রেম রোদ্রের প্রখর তাপে, শুকিয়ে মড়মড়ে হয়েছে সে কোন কালে জঙ ধরেছে হৃৎপিন্ডোর নিলয়ে রাত জুড়ে বিষাক্ত দরিদ্র ঘুম। একালে বিছিন্ন নিরিবিলি সন্ধ্যায় হয় না দেখা, তোমার ঠোঁটের উঠা-বসা। ক্রোধনাত্ব তোমার ধুসর রাগী চোখ , আর আমার সাথে বেতালে হারায় না। আমি সেই পরাজিত সৈনিকের মতো রয়ে গেলাম দৃষ্টির অগোচরে, ভালোবাসার হাজারটা প্রবাহ বন্ধ হয়ে শেষে- দূর্বাঘাসে পড়ে রই, একফোঁটা শিশির হয়ে।</center>* আপনাদের যদি আমার কবিতাটি ভালো লাগে তাহলে কমেন্ট করে জানাবেন ।আজকের মত এখানেই শেষ করছি।পরবর্তীতে আপনাদের সাথে অন্য কোন বিষয় নতুন লেখা নিয়ে হাজির হব । সে পর্যন্ত সবাই ভালো থাকুন সুস্থ থাকুক এই প্রত্যাশায় । # <center>"ধন্যবাদ সবাইকে" @shipracha </center> *** <center> **[VOTE](https://steemitwallet.com/~witnesses) @bangla.witness as witness** [](https://steemitwallet.com/~witnesses) **OR** </center> **[SET](https://steemitwallet.com/~witnesses) @rme as your proxy** <center> [](https://steemitwallet.com/~witnesses) </center>
Hi friends hope you are healthy and healthy.
This morning when I left my house for a walk so hearing the melodious voice of birds, I was overwhelmed.my mind got a new energy.I saw that a bird mother is bringing grains for her child from afar and feeding her with her mouth.It shows how much love a mother has for her child.Today there is a thick cloud, in them the beauty of the birds, their freedom in these, the beauty of the birds, their enchanting voice, the environment around us becomes pure
and becomes inspirational.
it's like a bird
This mindless mind is like a bird
When he sat on the branch of hope.
the world comes like a spider
A net was woven on the wings.
sun rays
She left with a wish.
dusk set, sun set
I lost at the hands of the world.
밤에 잠이 오지 않고 눈에 잠이 오지 않는다 삼 ♥ 1 마음이 불안해지면, 그러면 하늘이 보입니다. 밤하늘 무한한 별이 빛나는 검은 하늘, 언제나 새하얗게 빛나는 하늘. 모든 하늘은 무한합니다. 갈 파트너가 없고, 그의 편지를 받을 주소가 없습니다. 2 나는 그녀와 사랑에 빠진 것이 아니라, 직접. 나는 그의 말을 잊지 않고 사랑에 빠졌고, 말의 대가로. 나는 그녀의 몸매가 아니라 사랑에 빠졌고, 오히려 그의 육체 노동에서. 나는 그녀를 사랑하지만 그녀를 보지 않고, 그의 마음을보고. 삼 나는 당신이 나를 만나지 않을 것이라는 것을 알고 있습니다. 하늘의 달은 땅을 땅의 가슴에 두지 않을 것입니다. 여전히 희망하고, 여전히 이 영원한 삶에 앉아 있습니다. 언젠가 아카시가 헤어질 때 화를 낼 것이라는 것을 압니다. 눈물이 땅의 메마른 땅에 흠뻑 젖을 것입니다. 4 시간은 빠르게 모든 것을 지워버리고, 행복의 기억, 슬픔의 기억 모두. 그냥 삭제할 수 없습니다 실망은 무력한 자의 실패다. 5 왜 그렇게 많이? 답답함을 잊고 게으름을 떨쳐내고 탐욕, 적개심, 모든 것을 인간으로 남겨두고 투쟁에 뛰어드십시오. 삼 오늘 집 한가운데에 있는 여자라면 기다리다, 나는 볼 것이지만 빛이 없으면 어두운 밤을 없애는 방법? 삼 까마귀, 늙은 까마귀, 젖은 가로등 기둥 철사를 보십시오. 타임아웃 하루의 끝에 슬픔의 바다에서 빗방울은 슬픈 것이 아니라 행복한 것입니다. ♥ ![pexels-photo-3757942[1].jpeg](https://cdn.steemitimages.com/DQmeoE3VxRThcAJCWweddfeE5GZCjLiECUUTcifAXTqLDpZ/pexels-photo-3757942[1].jpeg)
 人生이 꿈인줄을 뎌마다 아노라내 아노라 하오시나 아난이를 못볼너고 우리난 眞實실로 아오매 醉고 놀녀 하노라. (인생이 꿈인 줄을 저마다 안다네 안다고 하시나 아는 이를 못보겠더군 우리는 진실로 아니 취해 놀고자 하노라.) --- 송종원---(출전 화락)
 ### is there life after death? #### Yes==there is...Through Jesus Christ... >Jesus said I am the way, the truth, and the life. Whosoever believes in him shall not perish but have everlasting life. Jesus Christ is the resurrection and the life. ## he is our passport, our key, our salvation. he is what he is... To God be the glory.
 I am the eagle the lord of the skies, I reach heights where other birds can't reach My wings are strong to break every wind My eyes can see every angle of the world I am the eagle the lord of the skies My claws are as sharp as thorns My strength is pure and true And my speed is power  I am the eagle the lord of the skies I protect my nest even in the night No creature dares come into my territory For i am also the lord in the darkest night Written by @mendygold
<center> [Source](https://pixabay.com/illustrations/woman-power-glory-affirmation-2143886/)</center> ---- <center> Wake up oh yea slumbering weakling of yesterday and realize just how much of a woman you have grown into today. Ignore the hay games of your youthful days and know that you have a queenship position to occupy; a castle to be nurtured into a kingdom and a world that looks up to you for their tomorrow. For long has your crown been put down, paving way for spiders to carefully weave their intertwined web of confusion all around it just because you are drowned in the guilt and humiliation that once hit you like a hurricane. Enough of that much disgrace and feeling of uneasiness. It is about that time you realized who you really are and prove your identity. Let those ill-minded and conditional helpers (most men) know who you really are. Needless you tell the world how much of a "gold-craving digger" you once were; for indeed every sinner has a past and the godly, a future. Therefore let that which caused you pain, anger and resentment slide smoothly down away as you majestically adorn yourself with all the ornaments that define a good woman (beauty, intelligence, confidence, self-loving). If for any reason the world is going to talk about you, it should definitely be how strong you have grown past troubles despite all your setbacks and mistakes. Take absolute control over yourself and realize who you really are deep inside. But if any of these are going to be actualized "WOMAN, YOU CERTAINLY NEED TO WEAR YOUR CROWN". </center> ---- @njaywan @nattybongo @oppongk ##### Thanks for your attention
Through the key hole… I looked through the key hole, and what did I see A beautiful faerie, looking back at me. I said what am I seeing? Are you really here My heart says yes. But my heads not so clear. Are you as real, as this all seems? Or are you just part of one of my dreams. A beautiful girl on a hot summer night, That has so got my attention, and made my heart take flight I pray I'll always remember this night, for its the first time in forever my dreams got it right I hold you in my heart, as you drift away. Will you be gone forever, come light of day I've no way to know. And no way to tell But the thought of your absence, will surely be hell. 
Through the key hole… I looked through the key hole, and what did I see A beautiful faerie, looking back at me. I said what am I seeing? Are you really here My heart says yes. But my heads not so clear. Are you as real, as this all seems? Or are you just part of one of my dreams. A beautiful girl on a hot summer night, That has so got my attention, and made my heart take flight I pray I'll always remember this night, for its the first time in forever my dreams got it right I hold you in my heart, as you drift away. Will you be gone forever, come light of day I've no way to know. And no way to tell But the thought of your absence, will surely be hell.
.jpeg) source:https://images.app.goo.gl/5Luon8Sbi6RWqG219 Cross-hatchings of rain against grey walls, Slant lines of black rain In front of the up and down, wet stone sides of buildings. Below, Greasy, shiny, black, horizontal, The street. And over it, umbrellas, Black polished dots Struck to white An instant, Stream in two flat lines Slipping past each other with the smoothness of oil. Like a four-sided wedge The Custom House Tower Pokes at the low, flat sky, Pushing it farther and farther up, Lifting it away from the house-tops, Lifting it in one piece as though it were a sheet of tin, With the lever of its apex. The cross-hatchings of rain cut the Tower obliquely, Scratching lines of black wire across it, Mutilating its perpendicular grey surface With the sharp precision of tools. The city is rigid with straight lines and angles, A chequered table of blacks and greys. Oblong blocks of flatness Crawl by with low-geared engines, And pass to short upright squares Shrinking with distance. A steamer in the basin blows its whistle, And the sound shoots across the rain hatchings, A narrow, level bar of steel. Hard cubes of lemon Superimpose themselves upon the fronts of buildings As the windows light up. But the lemon cubes are edged with angles Upon which they cannot impinge. Up, straight, down, straight -- square. Crumpled grey-white papers Blow along the side-walks, Contorted, horrible, Without curves. A horse steps in a puddle, And white, glaring water spurts up In stiff, outflaring lines, Like the rattling stems of reeds. The city is heraldic with angles, A sombre escutcheon of argent and sable And countercoloured bends of rain Hung over a four-square civilization. When a street lamp comes out, I gaze at it for fully thirty seconds To rest my brain with the suffusing, round brilliance of its globe.
.jpeg) source: https://images.app.goo.gl/Ss3XsrjpXYiQvGhH9 Have pity ! show no pity ! Those eyes that send such shivers Into my brain and spine : oh let them Flame like the ancient city Swallowed up by the sulphurous rivers When men let angels fret them ! Yea ! let the south wind blow, And the Turkish banner advance, And the word go out : No quarter ! But I shall hod thee -so ! While the boys and maidens dance About the shambles of slaughter ! I know thee who thou art, The inmost fiend that curlest Thy vampire tounge about Earth's corybantic heart, Hell's warrior that whirlest The darts of horror and doubt ! Thou knowest me who I am The inmost soul and saviour Of man ; what hieroglyph Of the dragon and the lamb Shall thou and I engrave here On Time's inscandescable cliff ? Look ! in the plished granite, Black as thy cartouche is with sins, I read the searing sentence That blasts the eyes that scan it : \HOOR and SET be TWINS.'' A fico for repentance ! Ay ! O Son of my mother That snarled and clawed in her womb As now we rave in our rapture, I know thee, I love thee, brother ! Incestuous males that consumes The light and the life that we capture. Starve thou the soul of the world, Brother, as I the body ! Shall we not glut our lust On these wretches whom Fate hath hurled To a hell of jesus and shoddy, Dung and ethics and dust ? Thou as I art Fate. Coe then, conquer and kiss me ! Come ! what hinders? Believe me : This is the thought we await. The mark is fair ; can you miss me ? See, how subtly I writhe ! Strange runes and unknown sigils I trace in the trance that thrills us. Death ! how lithe, how blithe Are these male incestuous vigils ! Ah ! this is the spasm that kills us ! Wherefore I solemnly affirm This twofold Oneness at the term. Asar on Asi did beget Horus twin brother unto Set. Now Set and Horus kiss, to call The Soul of the Unnatural Forth from the dusk ; then nature slain Lets the Beyond be born again. This weird is of the tongue of Khem, The Conjuration used of them. Whoso shall speak it, let him die, His bowels rotting inwardly, Save he uncover and caress The God that lighteth his liesse."
 Little Ann and her mother were walking one day Through London's wide city so fair, And business obliged them to go by the way That led them through Cavendish Square. And as they pass'd by the great house of a Lord, A beautiful chariot there came, To take some most elegant ladies abroad, Who straightway got into the same. The ladies in feathers and jewels were seen, The chariot was painted all o'er, The footmen behind were in silver and green, The horses were prancing before. Little Ann by her mother walk'd silent and sad, A tear trickled down from her eye, Till her mother said, \Ann, I should be very glad To know what it is makes you cry. '' ''Mamma,'' said the child, ''see that carriage so fair, All cover'd with varnish and gold, Those ladies are riding so charmingly there While we have to walk in the cold. ''You say GOD is kind to the folks that are good, But surely it cannot be true; Or else I am certain, almost, that He would Give such a fine carriage to you. '' ''Look there, little girl,'' said her mother, ''and see What stands at that very coach door; A poor ragged beggar, and listen how she A halfpenny tries to implore. ''All pale is her face, and deep sunk is her eye, And her hands look like skeleton's bones; She has got a few rags, just about her to tie, And her naked feet bleed on the stones. '' 'Dear ladies,' she cries, and the tears trickle down, 'Relieve a poor beggar, I pray; I've wander'd all hungry about this wide town, And not ate a morsel to-day. 'My father and mother are long ago dead, My brother sails over the sea, And I've scarcely a rag, or a morsel of bread, As plainly, I'm sure, you may see. 'A fever I caught, which was terrible bad, But no nurse or physic had I; An old dirty shed was the house that I had, And only on straw could I lie. 'And now that I'm better, yet feeble and faint, And famish'd, and naked, and cold, I wander about with my grievous complaint, And seldom get aught but a scold. 'Some will not attend to my pitiful call, Some think me a vagabond cheat; And scarcely a creature relieves me, of all The thousands that traverse the street. 'Then ladies, dear ladies, your pity bestow:'\u00ad Just then a tall footman came round, And asking the ladies which way they would go, The chariot turn'd off with a bound. ''Ah! see, little girl,'' then her mother replied, ''How foolish those murmurs have been; You have but to look on the contrary side, To learn both your folly and sin. ''This poor little beggar is hungry and cold, No mother awaits her return; And while such an object as this you behold, Your heart should with gratitude burn. ''Your house and its comforts, your food and your friends, 'Tis favour in GOD to confer, Have you any claim to the bounty He sends, Who makes you to differ from her? ''A coach, and a footman, and gaudy attire, Give little true joy to the breast; To be good is the thing you should chiefly desire, And then leave to GOD all the rest. ''". Reference Gilbert, Robin Taylor. "Taylor [née Martin], Ann (1757–1830), writer". Oxford Dictionary of National Biography (online ed.). Oxford University Press. doi:10.1093/ref:odnb/27018. (Subscription or UK public library membership required.) ANQ, Vol. 17, Issue 1 (2004). Athenaeum, 12 May 1866; see also AOMMG, vol 1, pp. 228–231. The Autobiography and Other Memorials of Mrs Gilbert, formerly Ann Taylor, edited by Josiah Gilbert, London: Henry S. King & Co., 1874.
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