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Te Deum

By Charles Reznikoff

Not because of victories
I sing,
having none,
but for the common sunshine,
the breeze,
the largess of the spring.

Not for victory
but for the day’s work done
as well as I was able;
not for a seat upon the dais
but at the common room.

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  1. UnknownSeptember 7, 2010 at 6:58 PM

    If only we could remember this each day and revel in it!

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