The sound of rain’s patient jig, like a blindman’s cane tapping, pondering.
Reminding us Earth can’t always see, that she has blind spells
When she must rap all inches of soil with her white-grey cane.
The tinkling of rain against a river,...
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Here in the years when life was bright
With dewy mornings and sunset light,
In the pleasant season of leafy June,
In each idle, holiday afternoon
I lov'd to wander with willow wand—
I lov'd on the river border to stand
And take the trout or the...
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Gold are the great trees overhead,
And gold the leaf-strewn grass,
As though a cloth of gold were spread
To let a seraph pass.
And where the pageant should go by,
Meadow and wood and stream,
The world is all of lacquered gold,
Expectant as a...
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“Little by little,” an acorn said,
As it slowly sank in its mossy bed,
“I am improving every day,
Hidden deep in the earth away.”
Little by little, each day it grew;
Little by little, it sipped the dew;
Downward it sent out a thread-like root;
Up...
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I’ve been rewatching old Star Trek episodes, and I’ve realized that their version of the future seems really nice. They live in a post-scarcity civilization, where things like the separation of races, nations and economic classes are a thing of...
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Have you ever wondered how a single ant on its own is pretty much useless and without a will of its own, but an ant colony is such a complex and well-oiled machine that it seems like it's living its own purposeful existence? A single fish is...
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We call him strong who stands unmoved—
Calm as some tempest-beaten rock—
When some great trouble hurls its shock;
We say of him, his strength is proved:
But, when the spent storm folds its wings,
How bears he then Life's little things?
About his...
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A man must know his destiny.
If he does not recognize it, then he is lost.
By this I mean, once, twice, or at the very most, three times…
Fate will reach out and tap a man on the shoulder
If he has the imagination, he will turn around and fate...
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There are hermit souls that live withdrawn
In the peace of their self-content;
There are souls, like stars, that dwell apart,
In a fellowless firmament;
There are pioneer souls that blaze their paths
Where highways never ran;—
But let me live by...
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Mix a little shake of laughter in the doings of the day,
Scatter golden bits of sunshine as you plod along the way,
Stop to cheer a fellow human that's a bit worse off than you—
Help him climb the pesky ladder that you find so hard to do;
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