“Considering that, all hatred driven hence, 
The soul recovers radical innocence 
And learns at last that it is self-delighting, 
Self-appeasing, self-affrighting, 
And that its own sweet will is Heaven’s will; 
She can, though every face will scowl 
And every windy quarter howl 
Or every bellows burst, be happy still.”
-William Butler Yeats, "A Prayer for My Daughter"-
    
    
      — Aug 23, 2025 05:30PM
    
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