Be a voice not an echo.

In a world of whispers, rise and speak,
A voice unique, no echoes weak.
Forge your path where none have tread,
Let your thoughts be boldly spread.
In shadows where the echoes hide,
Step into light, with strength and pride.
Be the voice that breaks the mold,
A story new, a truth untold.
Echoes fade in time's embrace,
But voices leave a lasting trace.
So dare to dream, to shout, to show,
Be a voice, let your spirit glow.
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Do not stand
By my grave, and weep.
I am not there,
I do not sleep—
I am the thousand winds that blow
I am the diamond glints in snow
I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle, autumn rain.
As you awake with morning’s hush,
I am the swift, up-flinging rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight,
I am the day transcending night.
Do not stand
By my grave, and cry—
I am not there,
I did not die.
— Clare Harner, The Gypsy, December 1934
This poem is often attributed to anonymous or incorrect sources, such as the Hopi and Navajo tribes. The most notable claimant was Mary Elizabeth Frye (1905–2004), who often handed out xeroxed copies of the poem with her name attached. She was first wrongly cited as the author of the poem in 1983. In her obituary, she asserted that her authorship was "undisputed" and confirmed by Dear Abby. However, Pauline Phillips and her daughter Jeanne Phillips, writing as Abigail van Buren, repeatedly confessed to their readers that they could not confirm who had written the popular poem.
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