Where is the rich magnificence
That tender children know and sense;
That drifts our atmospheric thought
Beyond the tightened social knot?
Where is gifted deep intelligence
That leaps our cobbled sense;
Where piercing probes of quickest wit
Can lance the gripping past, be done of it?
Where is the blanket of community
That o’er the womb of opportunity
Our loitered deeds do sprout and climb
To strengthen hearts that brave through time?
Where are these coasts of civil rhyme,
That soothe these dusts that fall in time
That pound remembrance to the heart
To build our peace, our poise in every part?
“There lies before us if we choose, continual progress in happiness, knowledge and wisdom. Shall we, instead, choose death, because we cannot forget our quarrels? We appeal, as human beings to human beings: Remember your humanity and forget the rest.” Bertrand Russel