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This Is Thy Hour, O Soul; Thy Free Flight Into The Wordless Away From Books, From Art.
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This is thy hour, O Soul;
Thy free flight into the wordless
Away from books, from art.
The day erased; the lesson done.
Thee fully forth emerging,
Silent, gazing...
Pondering the themes thou lovest best:
Night, sleep, death, and the stars.
-- Walt Whitman
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I am thy father's spirit, Doom'd for a certain term to walk the night, And for the day confin'd to fast in fires, Till the foul crimes done in my days of nature Are burnt and purg'd away.
But that I am forbid To tell the secrets of my prison-house, I could a tale unfold, whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood, Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres, Thy knotted and combined locks to part And each particular hair to stand an end, Like quills upon the fretful porpentine...
Build thee more stately mansions, O my soul, As the swift seasons roll!
Leave thy low-vaulted past! Let each new temple, nobler than the last, Shut thee from heaven with a dome more vast, Till thou at length art free, Leaving thine outgrown shell by life's unresting sea!...
What thou lovest well remains, the rest is dross What thou lov'st well shall not be reft from thee What thou lov'st well is thy true heritage Whose world, or mine or theirs or is it of none?
First came the seen, then thus the palpable Elysium, though it were in the halls of Hell, What thou lovest well is thy true heritage....
Angels and ministers of grace, defend us! Be thou a spirit of health or goblin damn'd
Bring with thee airs from heaven or blasts from hell, Be thy intents wicked or charitable, Thou comest in such a questionable shape That I will speak to thee...
Yet spirit immortal, the tomb cannot bind thee, But like thine own eagle that soars to the sun Thou springest from bondage and leavest behind thee A name which before thee no mortal hath won.
Tho' nations may combat, and war's thunders rattle, No more on thy steed wilt thou sweep o'er the plai...
On parent knees, a naked new-born child, Weeping thou sat'st while all around thee smiled
So live, that sinking in thy last long sleep, Calm thou mayst smile, while all around thee weep....
OUR DOS WHO ART IN CORE AMIGA BE THY NAME THY SYSTEM COME THY CRASHES DONE ON DISK AS IT IS IN MEMORY GIVE US THIS DAY OUR DAILY I/O AND FORGIVE US OUR SYNTAX ERRORS
AS WE FORGIVE THOSE WHO HAVE ERRED BEFORE US AND LEAD US NOT INTO CORRUPT DATA, BUT DELIVER US FROM VIRUSES FOR YOURS IS THE MAINFRAME, AND THE SYSTEM AND THE PROGRAM FOREVER....
Please stand for the Nation Anthem: O Canada Our home and native land True patriot love In all thy sons' command With glowing hearts we see thee rise The true north strong and free From far and wide
O Canada We stand on guard for thee God keep our land glorious and free O Canada we stand on guard for thee O Canada we stand on guard for thee Thank you....
Return unto thy rest, my soul, From all the wanderings of thy thought, From sickness unto death made whole, Safe through a thousand perils brought.
-- James Montgomery (1771-1854) -- Rest for the Soul...