Little drops of water,
little grains of sand
make the mighty ocean
and the pleasent land
thus the little minutes
humble though they be
make the mighty ages
of eternity
Julia A Fletcher
If you are tempted to reveal
A tale to you someone has told
About another, make it pass
Before you speak, three gates of gold
These narrow gates: First, "Is it true?"
Then, "Is it needful?" In your mind
Give truthful answer, And the next
Is last and narrowest, "Is ti kind?"
And if to reach your lips at least
It passes through these gate ways three,
Then you may tell the tale, not fear
what the result of speech may be.
From the Arabian
There is so much good in the worst of us, There is so much bad in the best of us
that it ill behoves any of us
To find fault with the rest of us
unknown
The fountains mingle with the river
and the river with the ocean
the winds of heaven mix forever
with a sweet emotion
Nothing in the world is single
All things by law divine
in one anothers being mingles
why not I with thine
See the mountains kiss the high heaven
and the waves calsp one another
no sister flower would be forgiven
if it disdained its brother
and the sunlight clasps the earth
and the moonbeams kiss the sea
what are all these kissings worth
if thou kiss not me?
Percy Bysshe Shelley
Many sharp and numerous ills
inwoven with our frame
more pointed still, we make ourselves
regtret, remorse, and shame
And man whose heaven-erected face
the smiles of love adorn
man's inhumanity to man
makes countless thousands mourn
Robert Burns