All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
From the ashes a fire shall be woken,J. R. R. Tolkien
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king.
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I have loved this poem ever since I first read it almost five decades ago.
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