All that is gold does not glitter, not all those who wander are lost

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 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

JRR Tolkien

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 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

JRR Tolkien