Promise

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Title:     Promise
Author: Ralph Waldo Emerson [More Titles by Emerson]

In countless upward-striving waves
The moon-drawn tide-wave strives;
In thousand far-transplanted grafts
The parent fruit survives;
So, in the new-born millions,
The perfect Adam lives.
Not less are summer mornings dear
To every child they wake,
And each with novel life his sphere
Fills for his proper sake.

[The end]
Ralph Waldo Emerson's poem: Promise

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