What A Day It Is When We

The Bed Of Flowers Loosens Amain, The Beauteous Snowdrops Droop O'er The Plain. The Crocus Opens Its Glowing Bud, Like Emeralds Others, Others, Like Blood. With Saucy Gesture Primroses Flare, And Roguish Violets, Hidden With Care; And Whatsoever There Stirs And Strives, The Spring's Contented, If Works And Thrives.

Some People Spend The Day In Complaining Of A Headache, And The Night In Drinking The Wine That Gives It.

What Right Those Who Govern Have To Govern They Don't Question, They Just Govern. Whether The People Have A Right To Depose Them That Doesn't Concern Them. All They Are Concerned With Is That The People Will Not Be Tempted To Depose Them.

To Live Within Limits. To Want One Thing. Or A Few Things Very Much And Love Them Dearly. Cling To Them, Survey Them From Every Angle. Become One With Them - That Is What Makes The Poet, The Artist, The Human Being.

The Follies Of The Wise Man Are Known To Himself, But Hidden From The World.