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The Weaver of Hope.
Again I saw a beautiful lordly one.Again I saw a beautiful lordly one. He too lifted the three shuttles of Beauty and Wonder and Mystery, and wove a mist of rainbows. Rainbow after rainbow he wrought out of the mist of glory that he made, and sent each forth to drift across the desert of the human soul, and o'er every haunted valley of defeated dreams.
O drifting rainbows of Hope, I know a pale place, a haunted valley of defeated dreams.
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