JRR Tolkein on rising from the ashes

I remember reading this poem somwhere; maybe in the book and thought this was a back handed approach to optimism. The kind I like, the kind that are made of surprises that I like to believe life hands out to us. JRR Tolkein not only knows how to spin a tale (many tales at the same time) but also how to handle a verse or two. It is not that I was in doubt, no I was just pleasantly surprised by where I dashed onto it. Its funny when you dont know what you might meet up with around a corner. The poem is almost like the phoenix rising from the ashes kinda message- my favorite analogy (phenomenon?). I am completely enamored by the rising from the ashes fact. Also it is curious that this bird is also identified by the astrological sign of Scorpio (which I am!). The fascination increases and hence this poem. I would like to hang on it for a while.

All That is Gold Does Not Glitter

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,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king

For Van Morrison

For Van Morrison, for I just discovered him as in unlike America but like finding a gem inside a box in the attic. I was just watching -Judging Amy on TNT and realised that the verses playing I like them very much.
I found them somehwere online and have pasted it here, would love to get my hands on the song sometimes...

VAN MORRISON - "Into The Mystic"
We were born before the wind
Also younger than the sun
Ere the bonnie boat was won as we sailed into the mystic
Hark, now hear the sailors cry
Smell the sea and feel the sky
Let your soul and spirit fly into the mystic
And when that fog horn blows I will be coming home
And when the fog horn blows I want to hear it
I don't have to fear it
And I want to rock your gypsy soul
Just like way back in the days of old
And magnificently we will flow into the mystic
When that fog horn blows you know I will be coming home
And when that fog horn whistle blows I got to hear it
I don't have to fear it
And I want to rock your gypsy soul
Just like way back in the days of old
And together we will flow into the mystic
Come on girl...
Too late to stop now...

Loved those lines. Then I realised that the series does seem to pick up some soothing melodies and usually they do have good lines. The other day the lead character read some lines from Kahlil Gibran's "The Prophet" on Children...

Those were really good too, this here woudl be an anthology some of the good lines I come across. Lines which for some reason sounds special to me,...so that I can read them for a long time to come.