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The roar of the world is in my ears.Thank God for the roar of the world!Thank God for the mighty tide of fearsAgainst me always hurled!Thank God for the bitter and ceaseless strife,And the sting of His chastening rod!Thank God for the stress and the pain of life,And Oh, thank God for God!

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Gaily bedight,A gallant knight,In sunshine and in shadow,Had journeyed long,Singing a song,In search of Eldorado.But he grew old-This knight so bold-And o'er his heart a shadowFell as he foundNo spot of groundThat looked like Eldorado.And, as his strengthFailed him at length,He met a pilgrim shadow-"Shadow," said he,"Where can it be-This land of Eldorado?""Over the MountainsOf the Moon,Down the

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Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,And sorry I could not travel bothAnd be one traveler, long I stoodAnd looked down one as far as I couldTo where it bent in the undergrowth;Then took the other, as just as fair,And having perhaps the better claim,Because it was grassy and wanted wear;Though as for that the passing thereHad worn them really about the same,And both that morning equally layIn

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A noiseless, patient spider,I mark'd, where, on a little promontory, it stood, isolated;Mark'd how, to explore the vacant, vast surrounding,It launch'd forth filament, filament, filament, out of itself;Ever unreeling them--ever tirelessly speeding them.And you, O my Soul, where you stand,Surrounded, surrounded, in measureless oceans of space,Ceaselessly musing, venturing, throwing,--seeking the

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Statement of the Mindanao PeaceWeavers:A call for an impartial probe on Marines’ hand in killings, bombings in SuluOn March 27, 2006, a bomb explosion wrecked the church-organized Sulu Consumers Cooperative Building now owned by teachers, employees, and communities in the province.Reports reaching the Mindanao PeaceWeavers confirmed five fatalities and 15 others wounded, though some newspaper

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Rodolfo Vicerra was one of the few speakers at an international conference on ICT held in Makati without a Powerpoint presentation. The director-general of the Congressional Planning and Budget Office at the Philippines' House of Representatives was unapologetic. It was, he said, a good way of illustrating the state of legislative services in the Philippines ICT-wise: little progress.Sure, the

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My daughter lost a friend to the tsunamis that struck Phuket, Thailand. Her friend's family was on board a van leaving the resort when the waves engulfed them. Her dad was also among the casualties.Their cremated bodies have been brought home. The grief of family and friends is indescribable.

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