In admission does not the falling flutter of that flake of snow show the human glide,
a legal bore saying individual to the grounds of every mountain climbed,
whether the hill nor plains the valley in river as grand canyons show rock,
pebbles among the grain asking not the sand for that is gam,
froth the oceans.
The chief source of dignity does announce in shoveling slides,
no muck nor muster grapes that vocal said to language raft or boat,
is the oar night a bravo to Opera such sonata as only an Opus of instrumental whisper,
shall not the breeze sweet our hour with minuet from Men as Mankind is our name.
Shift to what is discontentment and did not the rain flood,
the lakes to sword,
an Island with noise,
the lagoon.
Foremost,
"Who is a wise man? He who learns of all men." --Talmud
as Confucius say,
"It is better to light on small candle than to curse the darkness."
Desired is the Shane that spoke of wheel and lift,
the gear that no engine needs,
a glyph that announces in only hammer asking not the chisel for the pound,
yet on this wall of note to brief,
there is no master that does not grief.
"Today when we face what is probably the greatest challenge history has ever known--today when millions of people are troubled, uncertain, and confused--the rich deposits of inspiration left by preceding generations take on a new and vital significance. There has never been a time when people were more desperately in need of faith and hope, of courage and peace of mind, of standards and ideals by which to live, and above all an abiding belief in the future and in the progress of mankind. There has never been a time when the tried and tested philosophies of the past were more urgently needed to give perspective and understanding--to give people something to cling to, something on which to build the strong, firm structure of their own lives."--Watson
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