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Four Little Foxes
Speak gently,Spring and make no sudden
sound;
For in my windy valley,yesterday I found
New-born foxes squirming on the ground- Speak gently,
Walk softly,March
forbear the bitter blow;
Her feet within a trap,her blood upon the snow,
The four little foxes saw their mother go- Walk
softly.
Go lightly Spring,oh,give them no alarm;
When I coverd them with
boughs to shelter them
from harm,the thin blue foxes suckled at my arm-
Go lightly
Step softly March with your rampant
hurricane;
Nuzzling one another,and whimpering with pain
The new little foxes are shivering in the rain-
Step
softly
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THE WAY OF THE WORLD
Laugh,and
the world laughs with you
Weep,and you weep alone,
For the brave old earth must borrow its mirth-
But has trouble
enough of its own.
Sing and the hills will answer,
Sigh,it is lost on the air;
The echos rebound to a joy ful sound
And
shrink from voicing care.
Rejoice,and men will seek you,
Grieve and they turn and go;
They want full measure of your
pleasure,
But they do not want your woe.
Be glad,and your friends are many,
Be sad,and you loose them all,
There
are none to decline your nectared wine,
But alone you must drink life's gall.
Feast and your halls are crowded,
Fast,and
the world goes by,
Forget and forgive-it helps you to live,
But no man can help you to die;
There's room in the halls
of pleasure
For a long and lordy train
But one by one,we must all march on
Through the narrow aisle of pain
ELLA WHEELER WILCOX
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MAY MORNING
That May morning very early,As I walked the city street,
Not a single store
was open,Any customer to greet,
That May morning it was early,As I walked the Avenue,
I could stop and stare and window
shop,And to hear the pigeons coo,
Early,Early,that May morning,I could skip and jump and run,
And make shadows on thesidewalk,Not
disturbing anyone,
All the windows,All the lampposts,Every leave on every tree,
That was growing through the sidewalk,Seemed
to be there, Just for me.
A water bearer in India had two large pots, each hung on the ends of a
pole which
he carried across his neck.One of the pots had a crack in it,while the other potwas perfect and always delivered
a full portion of water.
At the house, the cracked pot arrived only half full. For a full two years this went on
daily, with the bearer delivering only one and a half pots full of water to his house. Of course, the perfect pot was proud
of
its accomplishments, perfectfor which it was made But the poor cracked pot was ashamed of its ownimperfection and miserable
that it was able to accomplish only half ofwhat it had been made to do.
After 2 years of
what it perceived to be a bitter failure, it spoke to
the water bearer one day by the stream. I am ashamed of myself, and
I
want to apologize to you. I have been able to deliver only half my load
because this crack in my sidecauses water
to leak out all the way back to your house. Because of my flaws, you have to do all of this work, and you don't get full value
from your efforts, " the pot said.The bearer said to the pot,"Did you notice that there were flowers onlyon your side of the
path, but not on the other pot's side? That's because I have alwaysknown about your flaw, and I planted flower
seeds on your side of the path, and every day while we walk back, you've watered them. For twoyears I have been able to pick
these beautiful flowers to decorate the table. Without you being just the way you are, there would not be this beauty to grace
the house?
Moral: Each of us has our own unique flaws. We're all cracked pots
it's the cracks and flaws we each
have that make our lives together so very interesting and rewarding. You've just got to take each person for what
they are, and look for the good in them.
Blessed are the flexible, for they shall not be bent out of shape.
Remember
to appreciate all the DIFFERENT people in your life! We cannot be & do all the same things in life.How boring would
that be??
Blessings to all my "Crackpot "friends
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