+ Follow FATHER LOUIE Tag
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[Title] => Hayan, lagi kasing late’
[Summary] => SIYA ay sikat na pulitiko. Palibhasa ay simpatico, maboladas at napakagaling ng PR, lahat yata ng tao, bata o matanda sa kanilang lugar ay kaibigan niya.
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[Title] => If I Would Have My Name Endure, Ill Write It On The Hearts Of Men
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I wrote my name upon the sand,
And trusted it would stand for aye;
But soon, alas, the refluent sea
Had washed my feeble lines away.
I carved my name upon the wood,
And, after tears, returned again;
I missed the shadow of the tree
That stretched of old upon the plain.
To solid marble next my name
I gave as a perpetual trust;
An earthquake rent it to its base,
And now it lies oerlaid with dust.
All these have failed. In wiser mood
I turn and ask myself, what then?
[DatePublished] => 2006-12-04 00:00:00
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[AuthorName] => Sara Soliven De Guzman
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FATHER LOUIE
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I wrote my name upon the sand,
And trusted it would stand for aye;
But soon, alas, the refluent sea
Had washed my feeble lines away.
I carved my name upon the wood,
And, after tears, returned again;
I missed the shadow of the tree
That stretched of old upon the plain.
To solid marble next my name
I gave as a perpetual trust;
An earthquake rent it to its base,
And now it lies oerlaid with dust.
All these have failed. In wiser mood
I turn and ask myself, what then?
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Ms. Anne | October 13, 2013 - 12:00am