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"You live through the darkness from what you learned in the light."
Sunday, January 2, 2011


I took a trip down memory lane when i saw the golden stars award given to me by my cosmotots mentors. Uncle Mat, Aunty Lyn, Aunt Marilyn..
And there was an award for best poetry reciting. I think it was when i recited
this:

Alone stood brave Horatius,
But constant still in mind;
Thrice thirty thousand foes before,
And the broad flood behind.
"Down with him!" cried false Sextus,
With a smile on his pale face.
"Now yield thee," cried Lars Porsena,
"Now yield thee to our grace."

Round turned he, as not deigning
Those craven ranks to see;
Nought spake he to Lars Porsena,
To Sextus nought spake he;
But he saw on Palatinus
The white porch of his home;
And he spake to the noble river
That rolls by the towers of Rome.


"Oh, Tiber! Father Tiber!
To whom the Romans pray,
A Roman's life, a Roman's arms,
Take thou in charge this day!"
So he spake, and speaking sheathed
The good sword by his side,
And with his harness on his back,
Plunged headlong in the tide.

Its an excerpt from the poetry 'Horatius'


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