Sometimes, it is true, a sense of isolation enfolds me like a cold mist as I sit alone and wait at lifes shut gate. Beyond there is light, and music, and sweet companionship; but I may not enter. Fate, silent, pitiless, bars the waySilence sits immense upon my soul. Then comes hope with a smile and whispers, there is joy is self-forgetfulness. So I try to make the light in others eyes my sun, the music in others; ears my symphony, the smile on others lips my happiness.
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About Helen Keller, The Open Door
Helen Keller, The Open Door.